Cooper Rhymes with Trooper
After her spay last week, Cooper emerged from the vet’s office with a big white cone around her head. Apparently, she just couldn’t leave her sutures alone. The vet tech told me she’d have to wear it for two weeks, and I didn’t even know how to absorb that information. I thought I’d be having to feed her through a straw or something. I wasn’t sure how I’d get to go back to work.
Lily has never needed to be coned. Lily’s a very well-behaved dog. She gets embarrased even thinking about doing anything inappropriate. (Unless she’s at Cinnamon’s house, in which case her alter-ego emerges.) So I had no experience with dogs and cones, and whenever I’d seen one on the street I’d always assumed the dog was on its last legs and the owner was just taking the dog for one last walk in the park before the rainbow bridge came a-callin’.
Enter Cooper. Let me tell you that the cone does not slow that dog down one bit. She totally ignores it. She continues to jam her head into small spaces. She crashes the cone into walls, doors, and my legs. She eats, drinks, and wreaks havoc all day long. The cone doesn’t stop her from pulling up my strawberries or chewing on my raspberry plants, but hopefully some bird netting I installed yesterday will. I’m sure she’ll be relieved to have the cone taken off next week, but I’m not sure that she can be more carefree than she is right this minute, chewing a bone out on the lawn with a big white cone wrapped around her head. It’s amazing.