Bonk No More
Mitzi has spent the last week and a half bonking her cone into furniture and legs and walls and Olive, so much so that we renamed her Bonk.
When the temperatures dropped earlier this week, her plastic cone shattered while she was in the back yard, which necessitated a quick trip to the pet store right at closing time to buy a replacement.
In a fit of brilliance I also decided to remove her regular collar when putting her new cone on. This cut down dramatically on the noise she made when shaking in her kennel in the middle of the night and waking me up every two hours OMG.
On Thursday, after close inspection of Mitzi's sutures (under the guise of a belly rub), I determined that she had healed nicely, did not require the recommended 10-day follow up vet appointment, and the cone could come off.
As soon as I removed her cone I received the biggest and longest puppy hugs that I have ever seen her give, she put her head on one shoulder, a paw on another shoulder, leaned against my chest and sighed the biggest sigh.
Everyone is much happier now.
