There we were, halfway through November, and the Cone of Shame was not weighing me down. Days were fun, nights were quiet, even tranquil and life was good.
All at once it began, the itchiness, the urge to stick my paw into my ear to scratch the itch and to roll my head on the rug to try and alleviate the incessant urge to make my ears raw with the application of my paws. My parentals looked at one another, sighed loudly, felt sad for me and made the inevitable phone call to the v-e-t who was of course glad to assist. Duly loaded into my travel crate I was off to my second home, a short distance of some eight miles to go and see one of the vets. I seem to be on first name terms with them by now. I was examined and some swabs taken for analysis both at the v-e-t as well as off to the lab. This was all done last week and we waited until yesterday to hear the results. Oh how exciting I have another ear infection which is different to the previous ear infection. Joy of joys (insert appropriate levels of sarcasm here). So, here I am, being dog-handled twice a day by the parentals so the new ear drops can be administered to my itchy lugs.
So there you have it. My freedom from the Cone of Shame was brief and I am now returned to its grasp around my neck. Cue comments such as “where is flowerpot head?” and “here comes the frilled lizard?”. When will this ignominy end? When will I be free from the clutches of the CoS. Is this destined to be my life from here on?
Answers on a postcard please.
Dexter 