This morning on our walk, Darling Doggie Dallas and I passed a puppy wearing the “Cone of Shame.”
For those unfamiliar with this device, it’s basically a lampshade attached to the animal’s collar to prevent it from licking wounds. In this case, it was being worn in the aftermath of neutering surgery.
“How’s he doing with that?” I asked the dog’s owner.
“Not too bad,” he said. “He doesn’t seem to mind it too much, really.”
That wasn’t the case with my Sheltie.
He hated that cone after his neutering.
Ran into walls. Refused to eat. Just stood there, hanging his head and glaring at me.
Blaming me for making him wear it.
And I had my son to contend with at the same time.
“Little Domer” didn’t particularly like the idea of neutering his dog. (Honestly, why do guys seem to take that as a personal offense?!?)
At length, I decided Enough is Enough, so I headed for Wal-Mart.
I wasn’t exactly sure what I was looking for, but eventually I found myself in the toddler boys’ department.
I zeroed in on a pair of athletic shorts, the kind guys use for basketball.
They looked like this (And yes, what can I say? I save stuff!):
As I recall, I initially picked out the wrong size, but a do-over rectified that error. Ultimately, he needed a size 4T.
Anyway, the shorts were green and gold, our high school’s colors, and that mollified Domer a bit.
I took scissors and cut an opening in the rear seam for Dallas’s tail.
Then I convinced a leery Domer to help me make a BIG DEAL out of how cute Dallas looked in his “little britches.”
Dallas was skeptical, too, but when he saw how happy the shorts seemed to make us, he acquiesced.
We left them on him most of the ten-day healing period — except for when he had to go outside to potty.
He even slept in them.
In fact, it wasn’t easy to convince him to part with them.
Now If I were really ambitious (with extra time on my hands), I’d promote the heck out of these things and turn ’em into a side business!