The Cone of Shame

I’m not sure why I call it the Cone of Shame – it’s not like Naldo did anything wrong and I have to punish her with it. She hates it, none the less. 

Naldo is a very sensitive soul and with all the stress going on in our household right now, she’s broken out in a rash on her leg and her tummy. A quick visit to the vet got her some ointment and The Cone. I am to apply both twice a day for two weeks.

Thankfully she only has to wear the cone for about 10 minutes while the meds get absorbed into her body – but she truly hates it. Alternately, I have found that if I just hold her for 10 minutes, then I don’t have to subject her to that particular torture. Not that she enjoys being held for 10 minutes. That in itself is a form or torture. But it’s better than the cone, at least.

Poor Naldo. Life is so hard.