I love my dog. He was my first baby, sicne I got him back when I thought I woulnd’t be having any kids. I spoil him and treat him like he is people.
Thursday night he was acting funny, not wanting to go outside and not greeting us at the door when we came home from work. I chalked it up to a cold or a dogy bad mood or something like that. Friday night he was even less like himself. More like a grumpy old man dog that his usual playful puppy self. I went to give him a cuddle and stuck my hand into some gross gooey fur on his neck. It was blood caked and nasty. Upon closer inspection I found a swollen bump under his ear and his ear was quite red and inflamed.
I brought him to the vet first thing this morning, and $300 later found that he had and ear infection, had scratched at it, gae himself a hotspt which also became infected! Poor baby!
They brought him out in a cone (elizabethan collar) which is causing him much discomfort and making him terribly clumsy. He’s bumping into every wall, door frame and piece of furniture in the house. I propped him dishes up on phone books so he can eat and drink without the cone getting in the way.
He won’t walk up the stairs unless I hold his cone up for him to keep it from hitting the steps and tripping him up. He’s, in a word: miserable.
I took the cone off for a little while (even though he’s supposed to wear it for 2 weeks) so he could get comfy on the sofa and rest a while. We’ll have to put it back on when we’re asleep or not home so he isn’t scratching the bad spots, but I just want him to be able to get some sleep without that hunk of plastic in his way!
Think aobut it, how would you feel if everytime you got sick or injured someone put a giant plastic cone on your head?
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