My poor, pudgy beagle! She had to have an operation on one of her forepaws, and it is bandaged in neon pink. Because she would chew on it if she could, she has to wear a plastic cone on her head–hence her new nickname. She holds up her pink foot as if to say, “See? I have an owie.”
I don’t know who’s having the bigger problem adjusting to that cone–Sadie, or me. I would wear it for her, if I could. And I’m counting the days until it comes off. Still, I am profoundly grateful for the care she’s receiving from her new veterinarian. She has a microchip now, put in while she was knocked out for surgery, and she had her teeth cleaned, too. All systems go.
Does all this qualify as more information than you needed?