Cone-free! With apologies to Roger Miller and Janice Joplin, freedom is just a word with nothing left to lose – but that veterinarian’s cone. His wounded ear has healed enough that the benefits: being able to eat leisurely from his dog bowl “shielded” from Comet’s “help” at mealtime, and avoiding Comet’s occasional poor aim during a walk are not necessary ( Dexter focuses on a smell to the extent that once or twice, Comet has peed on his head) any more.
With his surgically-shorter ear, and incision healing very rapidly, it may make for great conversation at the park. Last week at the park, while in his cone, a couple of dog-walkers were a little sketchy coming near us; now cone-free, Dexter gets comforting oohs and ahhs when I mentioned that he has recovered from surgery.
And belated thanks go to Linda (mainepaperpusher) for Dexter’s holiday moniker as my “poor little cone-head”! At least now, he can turn around in the hallway without getting stuck; he doesn’t snap sideways when he snags a corner or a door jamb; and best of all – we don’t need to leave the sliding glass door open at night. Dexter can use the doggie-door once more!
Now at this last, friends may chuckle that it is fifty degrees warmer at night at home than their region this winter. But you have a friend in a Minnesota transplant co-worker I know. He laughs at the bundled up San Diegans, while he wears hawaiian shirts, board shorts and flip-flops in 65 degree (F) weather.