The Cone of Shame

Today Norm took Pellet to the vet for his annual check up and shots. Come to find out Pellet had an aural hematoma (in every-day terms: liquid build up in the floppy part of his ear). So the vet had to cut open the area, drain it, and stitch it back up.

Cali was so excited to have Pellet back home that she started acting a fool. Actually it was nothing out of the ordinary, but with Pellet not at 100% her foolishness was accentuated. So we ended up giving her some of the puppy Prozac (for everyone's sake but mainly for Pellet's). Poor Pellet is all drugged up too with his antibiotics, pain killers and puppy Prozac of his own...

Apparently this is a "routine" surgery... you may look at the pictures and video at your own risk... they make me sad :(

The vet gave us the cone of shame (we can't be a household of Twelve Feet and think we can get through life without the Cone of Shame). We thought we weren't going to have to use it since Pellet had not been messing with the bandage while at the vet. But we ended up having to put it on mainly because of Cal...

We took it off to feed him dinner and he flung the gauze that was underneath the bandage across the kitchen floor. Shortly there after we had blood across the kitchen floor...

We called the vet, re-bandaged (with clean gauze) the ear and put that cone right back on. There are good news: Pellet had a great appetite!



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