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My dog is a clutz.
I swear he just doesn't understand where he puts his feet. In the short time he's been "our" and now "my" dog, he's had more nics and dings and cut pads and broken claws then I ever, ever, remember any of our family dogs having. Might have something to do with where we live, now that I think about it. Could be broken glass that's doing it.
Anyway, he's gone and cut his front left dew-claw pad again (the one that's high up) and he did it good this time. Gimping around like his leg is falling off, and looking pathetic.
I do what any good momma bear does, and put the wound lotion on it.
But he licks it right off.
So I put more on, and then one of my socks on his leg over the foot/hock area.
He looks dumb, but it gets him to leave it alone for about 5 minutes. Then the sock is off, and he's licking it again.
So I put more wound lotion on, put a clean sock on, and put on one of his outdoor winter boots of earlier fame.
This befuddles him long enough so that when the housemate got home, it was still on, though soggy.
Housemate take off all layers, reapplies wound lotion, and puts back on boot.
Mr. McWoofyPants continues sneaking licks at it.
So I get out the Cone. Dum Dum Dum....
I put in on Mr. Dog. He take it with good humor. Then I call him to come upstairs to go to bed.
a) He's afraid to walk with it on.
b) He's used to charging up the stairs.
I can tell you that a +b = no good. Mr Dog finally figures out he can move from a sitting position with Cone on, but immediately gets the lower lip of Cone snagged on the steps at full tilt about 6 steps up, panics, flips over and kind of... oozes... down the stairs, glaring at me, the applier of Cone. Housemate comes over, and, holding mr Dog's head up, he makes it up the stairs.
He (the dog) flings himself down on his bed, and proceeds to cry.
I'm not kidding.
He whimpers, and what appear to be tears are running down his snout. I can only imagine he jabbed himself in the head somehow in the great stairs debaucle, but the sight was absolutely and utterly pathetic.
So I've taken the Cone off.
If I hear just one lick though, it's going right back on.
- k.
I swear he just doesn't understand where he puts his feet. In the short time he's been "our" and now "my" dog, he's had more nics and dings and cut pads and broken claws then I ever, ever, remember any of our family dogs having. Might have something to do with where we live, now that I think about it. Could be broken glass that's doing it.
Anyway, he's gone and cut his front left dew-claw pad again (the one that's high up) and he did it good this time. Gimping around like his leg is falling off, and looking pathetic.
I do what any good momma bear does, and put the wound lotion on it.
But he licks it right off.
So I put more on, and then one of my socks on his leg over the foot/hock area.
He looks dumb, but it gets him to leave it alone for about 5 minutes. Then the sock is off, and he's licking it again.
So I put more wound lotion on, put a clean sock on, and put on one of his outdoor winter boots of earlier fame.
This befuddles him long enough so that when the housemate got home, it was still on, though soggy.
Housemate take off all layers, reapplies wound lotion, and puts back on boot.
Mr. McWoofyPants continues sneaking licks at it.
So I get out the Cone. Dum Dum Dum....
I put in on Mr. Dog. He take it with good humor. Then I call him to come upstairs to go to bed.
a) He's afraid to walk with it on.
b) He's used to charging up the stairs.
I can tell you that a +b = no good. Mr Dog finally figures out he can move from a sitting position with Cone on, but immediately gets the lower lip of Cone snagged on the steps at full tilt about 6 steps up, panics, flips over and kind of... oozes... down the stairs, glaring at me, the applier of Cone. Housemate comes over, and, holding mr Dog's head up, he makes it up the stairs.
He (the dog) flings himself down on his bed, and proceeds to cry.
I'm not kidding.
He whimpers, and what appear to be tears are running down his snout. I can only imagine he jabbed himself in the head somehow in the great stairs debaucle, but the sight was absolutely and utterly pathetic.
So I've taken the Cone off.
If I hear just one lick though, it's going right back on.
- k.
