Life with a dog wearing a 'cone'
This is a weird new adventure. Eliot had a fatty growth removed from his hind leg yesterday and has to wear a cone over his head to prevent him from ripping out stitches. He's bewildered by this thing. He gets hung up going through doors or out of doors. He can't eat with it on. He can't scratch his chin on this slick plastic. He can't fit in his dog bed. When he shakes, the plastic rattles and scares him. He has to wear this for two weeks until the stitches come out.
I hope we can all adjust better than we have so far. It's why I'm online at 3 a.m.!