Last week I had an itchy paw. My Margret shaved it with the buzzy thing that I. Did. Not. Like, where it was itchy.
She tried different things so I wouldn’t become a cone head. She gave me lots of cheese that made me kind of sleepy. And tried spraying on some wet stuff on it…have I mentioned that I don’t like being wet…that she said had all kinds of good things that would make it better plus help me not to lick it. She says I’m the only dog she knows who likes the taste of bitter green apple. What can I say? A pup can’t help what she likes can she?
Nothing was helping because I wouldn’t stop licking it. My Margret would tell me to leave it and I would, because I’m a good girl, until she wasn’t looking.
My Greg has been calling me Madam Hotspot. He’s funny like that. But now he gets to call me Miss Cone Head. SIGH…
The thing is, I don’t really mind wearing the cone. But I give them lots of sad faces because it gets me more treats!
~this is Belle “the AKA Miss Cone Head for the next few days” Pup for the rest of the pups and kitties.