Tag: Cone of Shame

And then it rained.

I’ve not been on here much as some may have noticed. We have been busy on projects unrelated to me and so my blog has been left to one side for a while. How rude, but that’s the price I must pay for having staff and assistants I suppose.

Anyway, as a catch up, it rained soon after Christmas and hasn’t really stopped since. Throughout January the UK was having its wettest January on record. This spilled over (literally) into February. Then on Saturday last week there was a strange orange warm ball that appeared in the sky for most of the day and we wondered if this was the break in the weather we needed, to allow us all too dry out a little. Sunday duly responded with rain, drizzle and then some more rain just for good measure.

A bright orange glow over the soggy wildlife sanctuary

And then today Lenny and I found ourselves being walked briskly across the field to the front of the house. We vaguely remembered this as a precursor to a trip in the car and, we were right. Duly turned around after five minutes or so we were lifted into our travel crates for the short trip to Bromfield. Boot opened and dogs released we were on our merry way toward Ludlow, albeit with the proviso that the staff were not going to walk us past the farm with the piglets and sows as we (read I) have a tendency to snack on the delicacies they sometimes leave. We wandered along another lane to the wonderfully named Lady Halton. Once back in the car both Lenny and I were snoozing before we could reach home.

Lenny looking all handsome

Beyond this, I have been to the vet on four occasions since Christmas what with my ears still playing me up. Potions, lotions and now a spray have been administered so as to try and resolve my irritated ears. We are all hoping it works as we are all bored with me being ensconced in the Cone of Shame for so long. According to my assistants, I have been using the Cone since sometime around October 2022 on and off. Still at least it keeps my ears warm when I’m sleepy.

And so it begins once more.

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.