Thursday, September 8, 2011

Dear Cone of Shame, Goodbye and Good Riddance!

We have all been suffering around here from a large dog in a elizabethan collar.  Possibly Olivia most of all, but Emmett was a close second, followed by the adults in the house.  Our very sweet, but very bulldozer like dog (it is no accident that her middle name is Sherman) was just hell on wheels in that cone.  And when she ran into you with it at any speed it really sucked.  Poor Emmett was the worst off in this department, and by the end of Olivia's 10 day sentence Emmett would just cry whenever she came anywhere near him.  He was so traumatized by it that he insisted we make a cone for his stuffed wolf we call Little Leewa (Emmett's version of Olivia).  Also, Lamby had to give it a spin.
So I am very happy to report that the whole ordeal is at an end.  The scratch on The O's cornea has finally healed!  We will no longer be woken up at least once a night when the giant-dog-in-cone gets stuck under the bed, or scrapes against the radiator.  I would also like to bid a not-so-fond farewell to several sets of eyedrops four times a day, a doped up dog on painkillers, and all related horrors.  Hallelujah.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, poor family! How awful it must have been on all of you, but I think the cone on the stuffed friends is just too cute!