We picked up Captain yesterday from the vet hospital. I was a little unsure of what we would see, but knew the head cone would be involved. One of my friends calls it the "cone of shame". Captain certainly seemed ashamed to be wearing it!
We promptly took the cone off and he perked up right away. He was so excited to see us, he was grinning (or maybe it was the pain meds!). The vet tech had told me on the phone that he wouldn't eat anything, not even canned food or treats. So, I pulled out my mom tricks and presented him with a McDonald's plain hamburger.
He woofed it down in no time, then headed for the door. He was ready to get out of there! Neal made fun of his haircut and pink leg bandage while the vet tech and I talked about his aftercare and medications.
Neal lifted him into the car, then put an inflatable donut on him instead of the cumbersome cone of shame. The donut will keep him from licking his incision site, but allows him a better visual field than the cone. He's not crazy about it, but I am sure he prefers the donut to the cone!
Once we got home, his buddy George greeted him, then spent some time laying beside him for moral support. Captain ate his second hamburger and even shared a few bites with George and Nadia. He settled in on his new orthopedic bed and Otis snuggled in on one corner. I spent the night on the sofa with him on the floor. I didn't sleep so well because I was worried about him, but he did great. He didn't stir until about 6:30 a.m. when it was time for a potty break. He is already putting weight on his operated leg and actually limps less than before the surgery! We have a long road of rehab and recovery ahead, but I am encouraged by how well he is doing already.