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Indiana Puppy and the Cone of Shame

Duh-da-duh-daaa…dun-da-daaaaa!!!

The puppy adventures continue.

On Friday I brought Indy to the vet to have done, well, what puppies have done when their owners don’t want any other puppies. One puppy is enough trouble, thank you very much. Indy came home wearing what Benjamin and Nicholas have affectionately dubbed, “The Cone of Shame”. I think the boys may have seen the UP one too many times. 

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Looks pretty pathetic, doesn’t he? Not to worry, it’s all extra love and cuddles for Indy over here. The cone comes off in ten days time. Ten days!! That feels long, and I’m not the one wearing it.

Indy slept most of the yesterday, then was back to his regular puppy goofiness today which, let me tell you, is not a good combination with his new head-wear. His depth perception is more than a little off. A quick catch on my part this morning was all that prevented him from tumbling paws over teakettle down the steps, and taking me with him! And the walls are going to be more than a little beat-up by the time the cone comes off. He’s a tank, rumbling into just about everything as he makes his way through the house: Thunk. Chair. Thunk. Table. Thunk. Nicholas. THUNK. Wall. Indy collides, he stops, he shakes it off, he walks, he collides again. It’s a never-ending colliding-thunking cycle. And my legs are taking the worst of it. Indy loves to be directly beneath my feet. He’s imprinted on me like no puppy’s business. Cute? Not so much. And I have the bruises to show it. You’d think that a plastic cone wouldn’t make much of an impression. It does. 

Indy’s a pretty smart pup though. We were all set to take off the cone to let him eat and drink. No need. Indy figured out how to rest the circumference of his cone on the floor, with his food dish as the bulls-eye in the center of a target. He doesn’t even have to hold his head up as he eats, the edges of the cone take care of that. Not much stands between a hungry puppy and his supper.

So, Indy gets a little downtime this week. Pierre and I have been reminding the boys to go gentle on their puppy, no different from every other day really. Nicholas thinks the cone is great; Indy can’t reach Nicholas to nip, hairy funnel that he is. Indy, not Nicholas. Pierre says we might want to keep the cone as a deterrent to nipping. You nip, you wear the “The Cone of Shame”!

Kidding. My legs wouldn’t be able to take it!  

xo Naomi 

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