Cone of Shame

There are cones and there are cones. The first Elizabethan collar I had was very hard to use. I kept running into things and eating and drinking were a bit tricky. I was getting used to it though and my humans tried to make sure I had room to move around.

A couple of days of that and my humans decided to get a different cone so I could chew on bones and toys and stuff. That one you can see below made it a lot easier to get around, cuz I could see!

At night they put the other cone on so I really couldn't get at my stitches and it really was easier to sleep without that big balloon under my head.

For awhile there I wondered if I'd ever get these things off my head. Toward the end when I was feeling better they did take it off sometimes, but they watched me real close. As soon as I looked at my stitches, back on it went. I was gonna leave them alone, I just wanted to clean down there.

Now all is good, but I wonder how long it is going to take to grow my fur back? I'll keep you posted.

Bye for now,
Loki

Night at the Veterinarian's

I bet you all have been wondering what I've been upto for the last couple of weeks. Well, my humans took me to the doctor awhile ago, which is usually okay unless they poke me with needles and stuff. I was wary of course, but this time they left me there! I don't know all the details but I stayed there, had a weird nap and woke up feeling strange and discomfort (that's what they call it, like I was just too cold or was sleeping on concrete) by my boy parts. Oh am I going to get my humans for this. Never again am I going to go to the doctor so easily, just you wait and see.

So apparently they found my boy parts in my abdomen and took them out because really what good do they do me there anyway. The next day when my humans finally came back for me I had to wear the cone of shame. A couple of days later I got a inflatable ProCollar which was much better for some stuff. I still used the regular collar at night so my humans could be sure I didn't mess with my stitches. For 2 weeks I didn't hardly get to do anything, I didn't feel like eating much with that bubble on my head and by the time it came off for good I was ready to go rip roaring around.

Everything went fine, I back to going to the dog park and running around. My belly is shaved and a bit chilly but it's all good with out the cone. Still have allergies or something, but even that's getting better with new medicine and stuff. I'll keep you posted.

Bye for now,
Loki

Local Wildlife

The last couple of days, we've had some visitors to the homestead and boy does my human Jeanne act funny. I had to go potty one night and we went to the edge of the driveway to take care of business. I noticed some movement in the field and Jeanne looked with a flashlight and there was a black cat with a white stripe down it's back. I know cats, so I wanted to get closer but she wouldn't let me and we went inside quick. Turns out, it wasn't a cat but something my humans called a skunk. I still don't know what the big deal was, but they told me story of their other dog Niko who pulled my human Lance into a skunk and they both got very stinky. Go figure.

Three nights in a row, that skunk was in the field and Jeanne brought me in real quick. For a couple more nights it was boring outside but then I saw some movement again in the trees. It was bigger this time, but I got my business taken care of and we started back into the house. All of a sudden a loud howl sounded and it was really close. A few seconds later a ruckus erupted and my human pulled me inside lickity split. We have coyotes and she thought they thought I looked like lunch. Personally, I think they thought she was lunch, the big scarredy cat.