All I wanted to do was have a few days of peace and quiet — a long weekend away with the hubs somewhere. So I made arrangements for someone to take care of the house and sent EmmaLou, Golden Destroyer to her “estate” home-away-from-home.
Imagine my surprise when I picked her up at the kennels we’ve used for 6 years to find she’s injured and limping and the kennel wasn’t concerned (that’s another story). Let’s concentrate on EmmaLou for this posting. Why you ask? Because the poor thing had to go to the vet to have her injury treated (lacerated paw) and came home wearing the Cone of Shame. Yes…the Cone of Shame. Let’s sprinkle this post with a few pics along the way, shall we?
Was EmmaLou irritated? You bet your life she was — this is the dog who flat out refuses to let her groomer put bows or a bandana on her and now she’s wrapped in this dorky bandage (note pic below), is wearing a lampshade on her head and there’s no beer to go along with the lampshade!
I gave the Cone of Shame about an hour before she chewed it off (we’ve been down this road before). But this time was different — the vet gave her pain pills and I immediately fed her one when she arrived home — oh yeah…she zoned out.
Unfortunately it didn’t last long and she was up and trying hard to navigate around the house with this gawdawful lampshade on her head. I was reminded of pictures of huge cars from the 1950s with these strange things sticking out of their wheels — I think they were called “bumper feelers” and helped the driver know when the car was at the curb — EmmaLou needed Bumper Feelers for the lampshade. She tried in vain to play with a toy and managed to get it into the lampshade but wasn’t having much fun.
She finally settled into a prone position with one of her rubber bones in the Cone with her for company. LOL
Shortly she bumped her way into the coffee table and managed to climb up onto the family room sofa where she hung out until supper time. We tried not to laugh, but it was hysterical watching her miscalculate where the furniture was versus where her Cone was. Poor girl. She will repay me for the laughter.
Toward the end of the evening EmmaLou knew it was time for bed but I didn’t want her to be on pain meds and fall out of our bed (it’s antique and high up off the floor) so I planned on sleeping on the couch and keeping her downstairs with me. She wasn’t interested in that idea — she waited for me at the top of the stairs
Being the smart cookie I am….I hid another pill in some cheese and we settled down for the evening.
The good news is she should be fine in a couple of days…the bad news is as long as she’s on pain pills one of us has to babysit her at all times so she doesn’t run into something. Heaven knows she’s run into us enough and that stupid Cone hurts when it hits bare shins!! OW. I may need my own bandage soon. But I’m not wearin’ the lampshade without at least one Margarita first!
All I wanted was a quiet weekend…sigh…