Is there anything sadder than a dog in a vet's cone? I think not.
Our Bailey had a couple big lumps removed*, and now she looks like this.
I really feel for her. It must suck, having this plastic Elizabethan collar banging you in the ears every time you turn your head.
"Hey, is that food?" -Whump!- "Dammit! I hate this thing!"
I don't blame you, Bailey. And if it's any consolation, we hate it, too.
* There were two fatty lumps removed. One on her left chest, which you can see in the picture. That one created an incision about two and a half inches long. The other lump, on her rear right leg, was about five inches long, and looked like Igor had lifted a few steins before picking up the scalpel. (If you really, really want to know, click here. Don't say we didn't warn you.) The wounds are healing up nicely, but we're waiting to hear the path report on on the lumps.