I used to think that dogs with their heads wrapped in plastic cones were the most comically ridiculous sight imaginable. That was until last night, when I came home from work to see Ella in her cone in the wake of her spaying.
There is only one sight more pathetic and heartwrenching than a dog with her head wrapped in a plastic cone. That's a dog with her head wrapped in a plastic cone, stoned on painkillers and barely able to move.
When I say barely able to move, I don't mean that she couldn't stand up if she wanted to. It just didn't occur to her. When we stood her up to see if she wanted water, she just stood there for several minutes until we sat her down again.
We piled pillows around her for comfort last night, and to support her head, while she variously sat, stood or lay on the living room floor. We watched the Chris Rock HBO special on DVR, but it felt like a betrayal to laugh at anything while Ella was so miserable. █████ fed Ella water from a little glass mixing bowl that was small enough to fit inside the cone.
The only sight more pathetic and heartwrenching than a dog with her head wrapped in a plastic cone, stoned on painkillers and barely able to move, is that same dog in silhouette, sitting back on her haunches, with only the drooping plastic cone visible where her head should be. It's like an inversion of the old RCA Victor logo. ("Her Master's Scalpel.")
She was breathing fast and very heavily last night when we lay her down for sleep. She was more lively this morning, but that was until we fed her the scrambled eggs with the painkiller and antibiotic pills broken up in them. Now she's apparently lethargic and breathing fast and heavily again (so █████ tells me by phone). I know it's probably nothing unusual, and we were to expect Ella to be lethargic still today, but █████ has a call in to the vet just in case.
Hey, we're newbies at this.
