I am only bowing to pressure. Breaking under the stress of a veritable mountain of requests. Compromising privacy in the name of journalistic satisfaction. I must please the teeming masses.
Or maybe just the 5 of you that commented.
In some places, 5 people might constitute a mass.
Don't laugh. Or pity me.
The littlest Poodle boy is doing great. Sailed through surgery, having an uneventful recovery. If you discount the fact that he whacked his suture site on the doorframe today and made it bleed.
Not good thinking.
And then he proceeded to jump off of the bed within milliseconds of me placing him there with a clear command of "stay". Did I mention.......it's a VERY HIGH BED?
Clearly, more faulty thinking.
Aside from those minor glitches, he's fine. We will, however, dispel any rumors that he is HAPPY about his plight with the following pictures. All taken the day after surgery.
Sad, sedated, shivery and sleepy:
Really thinking that collars suck hairy big ones:
Sick of all this surgical bullshit:
THE END
11 c'mon, tell me what you think:
He really does look pissed, but the surgery site looks great!
I love the blue collar. So much better than the cones. Yours are much more stylish than mine. I stuff sanitary pads into a tube sock, basted back and forth through them and secure it with stitched on velcro. Takes about 5 minutes to make one and they are disposable. Good to see him up and about.
Ohhh, poor puppy. He does not look pleased. I like that collar though. The hard cones are terrible and the soft ones are useless.
Aww, he's so pathetic in his b'anky!
At least you don't make him wear one of those awful cones!
Glad he's feeling better!
Julie~~ Thanks! My Mother made the collar especially for him. Blue, his favorite color! It's foam with a firm, plastic backing, then a soft batting, an inner cover and the outer washable one. She can create just about anything.
BA~~~ Yep, this one works well enough for him to leave the incision alone, but he can get comfortable.
Annie~~~ I know. Poor puppy. He was either freezing cold or panting from the stress and pain.
Thanks Annie~~~ We learned about the cones the hard way when Sadie had her surgery. She tried to run through the doggie-door and almost decapitated herself!
Heh. You called me Annie. No longer Annie. ;)
Do-oh! Sorry Lola!
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