The Dreaded Cone of Shame
Remember when I introduced you to our sweet new pup? Those precious eyes won me over the second he looked at me and so began our lives with A.J.
But as pups do, A.J. has been growing up — and growing into quite a handful!
He has gnawed away at table legs and chairs, torn into the couch and destroyed four dog beds. (The last dog bed lasted ten minutes before he had it completely ripped apart.) He is now on a blanket.
And that book he ate? I had just bought it and only read two pages!
Ay yi yi — yes, getting a puppy is definitely like having another child.
Since he turned six months old in March, I have been procrastinating on two things — getting him trained and getting him neutered.
So, I knew it was time to stop putting it off.
First, I found a trainer and booked our course of personal dog training. Since I want the whole family involved and I want to tackle the particular obedience problems we have at home, I decided to go with a dog trainer that makes house calls!
Second, I had A.J. neutered. And I must say, did I feel terrible handing him over at the vet knowing what was going to happen to the little guy. Poor thing had no idea what was coming.
And so now, my sweet puppy is wearing the “cone of shame.”
In order for him to not rip out his stitches, as I mentioned he likes to use his teeth, he has to wear the horrible dog cone for ten days. He had the operation last Tuesday, so he will get his stitches out very soon.
Thank goodness — looking at those sad eyes is more than a mother can take!