Two week ago our Pinto Bison (he was lovingly nicknamed that years ago) had a quick surgery to remove a fatty deposit/lump by his front shoulder. About 4 days after the surgery --just when the fur started to regrow and the sutures started to itch-- he started incessantly licking close to the wound. He couldn't reach the wound itself due to its location but could get about 2 inches away. He licked and licked and licked and licked until he started to make the skin raw.
In true fashion, we were too lazy to drive across town on a Friday night to buy an e-collar (ie. Elizabethan collar, cone, etc.) to hinder his lapping. After being scolded repeatedly, Pinto Bison emerged from our bedroom sporting this ensemble.
Luckily for him, the attire secured him a late-shift waitressing position with the restaurant famous for well-endowed waitresses, tiny white t-shirts and buffalo wings. (Or so I hear, I've never set foot in such establishment.)
After a few hours he picked up a new nickname -- Destiny. A name befitting of any waitress worth her salt. Especially one that wears tiny white t-shirts.
Apparently he wasn't as amused as we were. If he had fingers, he'd probably have a gesture or two for us.
3 comments:
oh, how you kill me... lol.
Those eyes say it all. LOL.
Our younger mastiff had the cone of shame for the past week and I think she acutally started to like the damn thing.
Oh my gosh! He looks totally ticked off in that first picture! Lol! It's like he is glaring at you!
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