Poor little Tibby in the cone went to get her stitches out and came home still in the cone and with a ten day supply of antibiotics.
Dang! Heidi and I said to each other, if ever we were vigilant with pet in "recovery collar" it was with Tibby.
Could one of your other pets be cleaning her incision? the vet wondered.
No way! we replied. Untie the collar, sure, but actually lick her belly? Not a chance.
And yet, as unlikely as it seemed, yesterday Heidi caught Tibby, head in cone, peacefully reclining on her back in the easy chair while Lucy ever-so-gently slobbered all over the infected incision.
Doh! Maybe they all should be wearing cones.
Dang! Heidi and I said to each other, if ever we were vigilant with pet in "recovery collar" it was with Tibby.
Could one of your other pets be cleaning her incision? the vet wondered.
No way! we replied. Untie the collar, sure, but actually lick her belly? Not a chance.
And yet, as unlikely as it seemed, yesterday Heidi caught Tibby, head in cone, peacefully reclining on her back in the easy chair while Lucy ever-so-gently slobbered all over the infected incision.
Doh! Maybe they all should be wearing cones.
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