The on-going trials and tribulations of three border collies, the various foster dogs that have passed through our lives...and our crazy, triathlon obsessed Boss Lady....
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
All Things Considered, I'd like the Blue Cone Back, Please...
Just when I thought I couldn't be forced to endure any more indignities, this happens. How humiliating! I thought the blue cone was bad, but this takes the cake.
It is so humiliating I can't look at you...
The Boss Lady finally realized that I couldn't lick my stitches even if I wanted to 'cause I can't reach them. So she took off the blue cone. For a brief moment I was thrilled...then she put this shirt on me. Even though I can't lick my incision, it was awfully itchy, so I kept trying to scratch it (and the blue cone did nothing to stop that) so the Boss Lady came up with this contraption.
Couldn't she have at least found a blue shirt? The golden across the street keeps laughing at me whenever I go outside.
Won't you please help me?
What's that you say? It's for my own good?
You haven't been talking with the Boss Lady by any chance, have you?