Does The Cone Come In My Size?

School has been out for almost 3 weeks, and we have turned into complete bums.
I am ashamed the poor old blog has been so neglected.
We've been catching up with Dan/Daddy - who was gone for work.
We have been spending lots of time with some old friends who came into town for a few weeks.
We have made S'mores and homemade ice cream.
We have slept past 5:55 am every single morning.
We have seen The Avengers twice.  I am not ashamed to say Thor and Iron Man are easy on the eyes.

But I would be a bad blogger if I failed to tell you all the story of the cone.

It all started innocently enough... it always does.  Rosie the Dog went to the vet to be spayed. 
I brought her home with:

1. an antibiotic for a skin rash,

2. a pain medication she would later have a reaction to,

3. a very large vet bill,

4. and a cone.

Somebody remind me again why I have a dog?

She should have "bounced back" to her normal self within a day or two, but she didn't.  We ended up taking her back to the vet... who determined she was not tolerating the pain medicine.  The vet stopped the pain medicine, and Rosie perked right up.
For the rash, I had to shove 2 huge pills down her throat twice a day.
The vet also recommended Benadryl. 

After 2 weeks of taking care of the cone-headed dog, I considered asking the vet if I could finish off the pain meds.  And wash it all down with Benadryl.

The cone was to keep her from scratching her rash or picking at her stitches.  It turned into a weapon.  I have scars and scabs on my shins that may never heal.

On the day she had her stitches removed, the vet tech asked if we wanted to keep the cone.  It was shredded in 2 places, and the hooks that attach it to the collar were gone.

I politely told the vet tech she could throw it away.

Since the cone came off, we've been back at the vet for another rash and a problem with her incision scar.
Somebody remind me again why I have a dog?


One of my friends sent me a great picture... I've seen it on Pinterest, but I wish I could take credit for it myself. 

I am praying we can all remain cone-free for the rest of the summer.