As you know, our foster dog Quest was spayed on Tuesday. While we’re thrilled she is “fixed” and can no longer contribute to the pet overpopulation problem, dealing with a dog recovering from surgery is not exactly a picnic. The long list of rules we have to make our silky girl adhere to includes no activity beyond bathroom breaks on a leash, and only sedate walks lasting no more than five minutes (leashed) around the neighbourhood. As if keeping a very happy dog calm and quiet isn’t enough of a challenge, Quest is also required to sport the always dreadful cone of shame for at least ten days–the earliest her sutures can be safely removed.
Our poor girl hates the cone. Oh, I know all dogs hate the damn things, but poor Miss Quest is just getting used to walking on a leash and being in a house and all the other aspects of modern canine living: the cone freaks her out. Since she came home yesterday, it seems she thought the cone was attacking her every time she moved and it brushed her ears, and she darted erratically about the house and yard trying to dislodge it whenever I let her out of her crate. Sadly, she knocked into every available surface in house as she tried to thrash herself free, and the noise escalated her panic. She also scraped a chunk of skin off my shin with the sharpish plastic edge, and battered Sherman with the cone in the yard. The last straw was watching her fill the cone with red shale pebbles while she sniffed along the path beside the garage yesterday looking for a place to pee; after tipping her snout straight upward in an effort to escape the rocks, she shook vigorously with her nose in the air and beat her own face with gravel. It was beyond pathetic.
I stopped after work tonight to pick up a magical inflatable dog collar, rumoured to prevent wound licking and incision aggravation. The new collar is made by Kong and it’s called the Cloud. It was an instant success! Quest relaxed as soon as I finished fastening the blow-up ring around her neck. Luckily, her own collar threads through the Cloud, so she is securely clipped into the thing without the need for extra hardware. The folks at Kong don’t have a clue who I am and have not asked me to review their product, but I am eager to recommend this fantastic alternative to the traditional “clunk, scrape, and gouge” plastic cone because it’s working so well for us. Check out our happy foster mutt:
It’s amazing what something as simple as removing a cone from a satellite dog can do to her. While she no longer picks up the good radio stations from Calgary, Quest is back to her normal, gleeful self. She’s even laughing about this whole hysterectomy business, which is astounding because I know how rough a girl feels after sending her uterus to that big tampon box in the sky. I was barely walking after I was spayed, but it’s all I can do to limit her to a moderate scamper right now.
Just a reminder, folks, Quest is a foster dog. The end goal is to find her a good home with good people who will love her for all the rest of her days. That’s what I keep telling myself, over and over. This dog needs a home that is not my house. She’s only a year old, so chances are good there are many healthy years ahead of this beautiful doggy.
She’s keeping her chin up during this very boring recovery period. Fingers crossed for speedy healing so she can run around and have some fun again soon.
You know, if the Kong company would like to donate some of these awesome collars, I bet they would come in handy for rescue dogs all over the place. These poor babies don’t need any more stress, and something as simple as an alternative to the cone of shame could really make recovery easier on them. Kong people, drop me an email and I’ll get you in touch with the right people if you’d like to donate to SCARS, the organization we foster with.
Hint, hint. Thank you.
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