Cone Head

Poor Hazel.  Since being spayed yesterday, she's been stuck with the dog's most hated accessory...the cone of shame terror.  She doesn't know what to make of it.  Except for that it is bad.  Very, very bad.  And she must have done something absolutely terrible to deserve such a thing.  Me thinks she thinks we've stuck her in the corner with a dunce cap upon her head.


So, here's what our sweet Hazel is able to do with the cone on:

- stand perfectly still pretending to be a statue so the cone won't notice and eat her alive.
- drool...a lot.


Here's what she can't do with the cone on:

- eat food from her bowl because if the cone hits the bowl, well, that's very scary!
- drink water from her bowl for the same reason as the food.
- walk anywhere because the cone hits stuff when she moves...super scary!


One day with the cone down...only nine more to go, poor, sweet, neurotic girl.


P.S. We do give her regular cone break eating/drinking opportunities, so please don't think we're meanies.  And...I think that maybe, just maybe, she's considering taking a step or two with it on...maybe.

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