The Cone of Shame

It’s been a busy few days for us here in South Jesus…and Bing’s done nothing to help us out.  A couple of months ago, I noticed that Bing had a sore/wound on his upper chest.  I watched it and thought the dumb thing healed.  And then last Sunday, I saw the sore and it was bigger.  I hate taking pets to the vet, but figured I had no choice.  So we packed Bing up on Wednesday and took him in.  He hated it and cried like crazy in the car and at the vet.  I usually like to freak the vet out and ask if it’s cheaper to put the dog/cat to sleep, but I felt like being nice and didn’t ask.  A Christmas miracle.

But Bing wasn’t happy when he came home like this:

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Poor little Bing.  It was really funny to watch him walk around, though.  He stayed close to the ground and the walls…which means he would scrape the cone along the walls, doors, cabinets, and basically everything.  That was nice to listen to in the middle of the night.

Bing was supposed to be in the cone for 14-21 days, but, thankfully, he appears to be healing quickly and he hasn’t worn the cone since yesterday!  And he’s not trying to eat his scab, which I think is a miracle.

We haven’t let Bing go outside either and I’m shocked he hasn’t tried to claw our eyes out.  He mostly looks at us like we’re @ssholes and then goes back to sleep.  He knows us too well…what a good boy!

And now George and I are going to drink Martinelli’s until we pass out.

PARTY TIME!!!!!

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1 Response to The Cone of Shame

  1. Jon says:

    Martinelli’s, nature’s laxative. Have a nice day!

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