Pobrecita!!!

Poor little Frida. She has a place on her haunch she has been chewing and chewing at.  It has become infected and when a course of antibiotics didn’t heal it because she kept chewing on it, the doctor’s  decree was that she has to wear this cone around her head for two weeks and go through another ten day round of antibiotics.  Can you see by her worried expression and turned down ears how much she hates it, is puzzled by it, wonders if she’s being punished?

When I first put it on she went charging around the house knocking against everything, tipping over pots and little tables, ricocheting off the edges of furniture, even running into me!.  When I took her to her bed, she just put the cone down on the floor with her nose to the floor, curled her tail down between her legs, compressed her body  to the point where I feared she would implode, and just stood there as if made of stone.  She wouldn’t respond to treats, my voice, pats, hugs.  She was mortified  and so she insisted on also being ossified!

Finally, I had to remove the cone because she refused to eat even a dog biscuit, let alone her dinner.  After dinner I heard her chewing on it again, so I had to put the collar on again. Poor little girl.