As you all know, it's been a tough time for me recently, after an unexpected encounter with a tennis ball ended with me in emergency surgery.
|Drugged up and checked out :(
But, after a good week of sulking, refusing to move, and doing everything I can to get myself out of the horrid Cone of Shame...
Things finally started to look up -
Mum stopped giving me the nasty tablets, and told me I could take the stupid plastic cone off, if I was a "good boy" and "stopped being such a sausage."
I love sausage, so I decided to show her that I was well again, and ready for cone removal.
Firstly, I showed her that I could walk outside on my own, and even discovered that I enjoyed getting some fresh air.
|Mmm, that fresh air tastes good....but where's the sausage?
I also stopped sleeping all day, and led my self to the front gate - proving I was ready for our usual walks.
|Just working on my tan... where's the sausage?
And, with a bit of practice, I slowly got better at moving around in my cone.
In fact, I even got back to my usual day-job of patrolling the perimeter of my property!
It's just a shame those stupid trees kept getting in my way :(
Best of all, I convinced mum that I needed to be hand-fed.
She's a sucker like that...
Truth be told, I was actually getting used to my cone, and I'd started to accept that maybe I'd be a cone-head forever.
But then the day I'd been dreaming of suddenly arrived.
Papa suggested a "short walk" and I was more than happy to oblige -
|Where are we off to papa?
|Last time I came here I ended up being a cone-head...
But you won't believe what happened...
Not only did the vet take out my funny purple stitches....
But she TOOK OFF the Cone of Shame!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
|My cone-free ride home
It's hard to describe the feeling of being cone-free again... but I am so, so happy.
When mum got home she took me for a celebratory play at the park...
Until next time!