This weekend, Max:
Was forced to wear a hard plastic “cone of shame” for the next week. Because somehow, he got around the soft plastic cone AND the baby onesie to lick at the surgical incision from his neutering and it still isn’t healed.
Tripped over himself multiple times while on a short walk because the cone kept getting in the way.
Was incredibly entertaining to play fetch with because he kept losing the ball because he couldn’t see around his cone.
Managed to get out of his “cone of shame” within 90 seconds of being put in his kennel.
Was allowed to sleep on the floor of our bedroom every night because he can use the walls of his kennel to get his cone off (see above)
Got very used to sleeping on our floor, so this is going to be a hard habit to break
Jumped over the 2 feet of boxes we stacked to keep him in the laundry room while we were out by knocking over the lightest top box
Pulled down the same box the next time we left even though we put a 20 pound kettlebell in there
Probably almost crushed himself with said kettlebell, so we won’t be trying that method of containment again.
Had to be shut in the bathroom with his bed, food and water since keeping him in the laundry room obviously didn’t work.
Scratched the bottom of the bathroom door to pieces in an effort to get out
So yeah, I won’t be out of the house much this week while he has to wear the cone.
If this doesn’t lend further proof to our theory that he was a circus dog in a former life, I don’t know what would.
On the bright side, we entered a raffle for Relay for Life while we were at the vet on Friday, and for a $5 ticket won $75 worth of flea prevention meds (6 months worth). So there’s that.