Conehead

Custard, my one year old dog, got neutered on Valentine's Day and has since had to wear a cone to prevent him from licking and potentially infecting his wound. He wasn't particularly enthusiastic about being left at the vet and I had to trick him to go into the consultation room, but he recovered quickly from this operation, much to my relief, and by the following morning, had returned to all his mischevious ways.

After a puzzled evening when he was still dopey and bumping everything because of his new dress, he has discovered how to do virtually all his usual tricks, upsetting the dustbin in the kitchen, sticking his nose out the gate at the hole just when one is about to stick in one's hand to open the gate, and generally figuring out how to eat and drink with his Elizabethean collar on.

My very macho little nephew, all of 7 years old, laughed and called him a girl dog for wearing a girl collar so they got a little education in Elizabethean male and female fashion.

I'll remove the collar on Friday morning assuming there's no further problem and no sign of infection. I figure a week is enough for things to have stabilised.