Friday, September 30, 2011
Wearing the cone of shame
I'm not happy
London, ON, September 2011
The charmed life of our dog added another chapter this week. Nothing major - well, nothing beyond the usual - but when you're a dog, there's no easy way to tell the difference. Furry man must have gotten a bug bite on his paw, as he's been licking the same spot for days. You can probably tell where this ended up: the spot became irritated, and the vet recommended a cone of shame to prevent him from further irritating himself. He'll keep it on until it heals.
As you might imagine, Frasier is not a happy camper. He stares at us with a sad look in his already sad-looking eyes. He's moping around the house. He can barely get his now-outsized head into his food and water bowls. He bumps into things. He gets stuck. He cries.
By my estimate, he's been in this contraption for about three hours. It's going to be a long stretch for us all.
Your turn: Any ideas on how we can cheer him up?