I hate the cone!
I can't see. I can't play. And I think Mom used an old one. The least she could have done was get me this season's latest style. What was she thinking? Don't even think of trying to get away with calling this thing "vintage".
Apparently I have to wear this for THREE WEEKS. For those of you who are still a little fuzzy on what 3 weeks in people time equals in STP (Standard Puppy Time) that's 21 weeks. That's like 5 MONTHS.
Are you kidding me?????
Mom had to put my water bowl on the floor as I can't get this darn cone around my lovely raised feeder. Jeez!
I asked Mom to stay away from photographing my bad side. My ear has been shaved, and I have 30 stitches. Trust me - it's not pretty. I start the meds tomorrow.
I want to thank the nice people at Bideawee here in Manhattan. They are the lovely folks who fixed me up. I even got to spend the day hanging out with a yellow lab who was in the jail cell next to me. We did our best to help each other get free of the silly tubes they were sticking us with. If we only had a little more time I'm sure we could broken out and been FREEEEE!
I think I'll take a few extra long naps in the coming days. I heard them give Mom instructions, and I don't know how Due's going to feel about the "no play time for 3 weeks". Maybe we can go for a walk. He just has to keep his paws to himself. That might be difficult for Romeo.
Thanks for all of your well wishes. Mom will keep you updated on my recovery. Just remember - If you have floppy ears - and don't want them shaved and stitched - CLEAN YOUR EARS! (Meaning of course - let your peeps clean them for you and just relax - they are trying to help - don't fight it - just enjoy the pampering!)