For the past few days, she has tried everything in her power to have it removed. At first, I thought she was running into things because she couldn't see them; then, I realized, she was purposely attempting to get the edge of the cone hooked on an object so it would tear loose. As a consequence, the cone has been truly mangled. Rips around the edges testify for her near victories and the red dirt covering the plastic is proof of her frustrated rolls.
Doug made the term famous in "Up" |
I've also tried my hardest to keep her out of sight from the other dogs when she's wearing the cone. A few times, her friends spotted her and I swear they started laughing. Sculpin's head lowered to the ground and she sighed with the greatest remorse. The poor dog is having to suffer the cone of shame. Thankfully, on Saturday, her stitches will be removed and her suffering can cease. Until then, I can expect waking up in the middle of the night to her running into the table and her mournful howls when I tie her up in view of her friends. Poor girl.
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