Back to the vet.

This is becoming a sadly recurring theme.

Apologies I nearly forgot, I should wish you all a Happy New Year for 2025 firstly.

For a first blog of the year I was hoping it would be a bit more upbeat and fun, however it seems that my ear problems have continued. After Christmas it was noticed that my ears were itchy and the eczema type problem had returned. Not wishing to take any chances with an infection getting worse I was carted off to the vet on New Years Eve so they could examine me. Having arrived I made my presence known to the kind ladies on reception and then galloped joyfully in to see the vet lady. She checked my ears, sniffed them and then put an otoscope into my ears. It felt like she was looking at my brain. I managed to ignore the parent who accompanied me and was making jokes about the light shining through from one ear to the other. It was confirmed that my condition had returned and I was given a different potion to be administered twice a day for a week or so.

Upon arriving home I was entombed once more in the Cone of Shame and strolled about wondering what was happening. The potion has been applied morning and evening now for a few days and my ears are cleaned regularly. One advantage of the potion is that it makes me feel deaf so I have an excellent excuse for not listening to the parents, apart from being called for breakfast, dinner and walks. I still fool around and try to start bitey face games with Lenny but it’s getting a bit much now, having to wear the Cone of Shame so regularly. I am allowed to sleep without wearing it although, to be honest, its quite comfy and keeps my face and ears warm.

I suppose the moral is that I am getting toward fifteen years old, I am going to have some issues and need to just get on with life. I have a home, beds, food, walks, tickles, a brother and pals who like me. It could be worse. I shall soldier on and, in the meantime, adventures need to be attended to.

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Enjoying life in my forever home. Sharing my contentment with whoever will read my tales. I used to live in West Sussex, but I have now moved to Shropshire, UK.

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  3. oh my sweet friend, I am glad the cone is warm- it looks like a little pillow. And why of Shame? I know that’s what they call it- I think it should be Cone of Care. Sending healing vibes your way. You can’t go to the rainbow Bridge before me! I am 78 and in bad shape! 😂. I know your humans want you around forever….now where did I put down that wand…….

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    1. Im sorry to hear you’re not feeling well, I shall send some healing vibes and leg leans back to you. I think its the Cone of Shame as it is obvious that we have usually done something really stupid like continually scratch ears, neck etc and its like wearing a sign around our becks.

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  4. When Tucker’s hot spot behind his ear disappeared, I left the cone of shame on the coffee table and Tucker picked it up and brought it to me. 😀 He thought I forgot to put it on! I think he didn’t mind it as it kind of resembles burying in pillows.

    Hope you feel better soon sweet beagle boy. 🥰

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