Last week Tucker was fixed. This was part of the agreement that I signed when I adopted him from the rescue and I really have no desire to deal with a hormone souped up dog!
Unfortunately for my little guy, his testicles never descended so the surgery and the recovery were a little bit more in depth then the normal procedure is. He has two massive cuts that extend down his belly. Apparently they had to do a little searching to find what they were looking for! As a result, he has staples over the incisions. This also means that he must wear the cone. The cone of shame.
I feel like the cone is the equivalent to the Scarlet Letter. Everyone knows what the cone means. He won't stop licking himself! Of course this is natural thing for a dog, but for us humans it's not really embraced and encouraged!
When I put the cone on this is what Tucker did:
He sat there FOREVER! Poor little guy!
I didn't help by laughing as he tried to go through the house bumping into everything with the cone swaying back and forth on his head!