Enough with the cone
Enough with the cone. I really can’t take anymore. I am a very placid dog. Over the years I have been extremely tolerant of the things life has thrown at me. This time it all feels a paw too far. Mum is getting cross because how often I walk into her legs and bruise her. To be fair, I nearly knocked her downstairs yesterday. I’m getting fed up because I catch cupboard door handles with my cone, scoop up random toys and generally fine it getting in the way. This time is oddly worse than normal.
Mealtimes
Mealtimes are proving a nightmare. Because my eye waters when my saliva glands activate, I cry when I eat. Normally I have my food in a raised bowl to make it comfortable for my neck, but I can’t used the bowl stand when I have a cone on.
On previous occasions all has gone well and as long as position the bowl central to my cone, I can get to my food. Now, my neck is hurting, my eye is watering and I just give up. I will eat as long as Mum can hold my bowl up at a convenient angle, but otherwise it is just too hard. I got so frustrated yesterday that I just flipped my bowl over and made my food and the water go everywhere. Mum tried to be patient with me, but I can see she’s pretty fed up at the moment.
Pebbles and hats
Pebbles is not keen on hats. To be fair, she’s not happy with anything she doesn’t see all the time. However, it means when Mum needs her sunhat to work outside, Pebbles tries to jump up and grab it from her head. Of course, if Pebbles does get hold of it then you can be sure she will have run off and either chewed it or hidden it. It’s a bit of a challenge.
Love and licks
Wilma
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