Lily is not herself these days. She went in for her little operation last Friday, and she's been wearing that disfiguring cone on her head for a week now. She's well and truly sick of us mistaking her for a lamp. She's made it quite clear that she doesn't find it at all funny.The cone is to protect her stitches from her gnawing; we've also taken away her climbing post and we no longer let her outside to play, so she can't burst her stitches jumping up and down. She's been so quiet and sad since we took all the good stuff out of her life.
To cheer her up I put her up on the kitchen bench to watch me do the washing up. She loves water, and bubbles, and she is keenly interested in everything we humans do. Under the circumstances, it was the perfect treat.
2 comments:
ah the cone of shame. My pups hate it as well. Poor Lily.
Oh dear, poor Lily. I'm sure the washing up cheered her up. That's just the kind of thing I would do.
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