That's and odd title, isn't it? Well, just imagine that the second letter in the first word is not a "P", and stick in there the 8th letter of the alphabet. Then you will get the picture.
As my photo attests, I am NOT a happy camper. I want this cone OFF, but when Mom tries to give me some "cone-freedom" time, I immediately start licking:( So back on it goes. This whole deal is making me very depressed. But it gets worse, and so that is the reason for the title of our post. It seems like I have something called a-cute stress-related co-Light-us. I don't know what that means but Mom says it sure makes for a big mess for her. "IT" has been going on since I got home on Wednesday from that new-turd thingie. After trying things the vet tech's way, Mom finally convinced the V.E.T. today that I need something other than pumpkin and plain yogurt. The very nice Dr. B. told Mom that my system is having an acute reaction to the surgery and anesthesia, and I need some fancy schmancy medicine called metronidazole. It is pretty bitter-tasting, but Mom put it in some peanut butter for me. She is hoping for a cleaner kitchen when she gets up tomorrow. Aside from that, I am doing great. I just want to shed this lampshade asap.
Thankfully, my big brother and sister (who is terrified of my cone) are right here by my side. Well, Misty is keeping a little distance between her and my cone, but they are both very comforting to me.
Woos - Timber (Lightning and Misty too)