Hey It’s Jet Here.
The folks at Dr. Shaffer’s office didn’t think JJ would fuss with her stitches, so Mom and JJ did not leave with a new: satellite dish, cone of shame, conehead, Elizabethan Collar, lampshade etc… Without getting too graphic, Mom noticed she did not fuss with her stitches, however did fuss with her private parts, which were irritated. I, Nurse Jetty, tried to help out as well, adding to the fussing quotient (vocabulary builder).
Mom finally gave in and purchased the swanky collar you saw on Sunday. What a disaster! JJ’s head disappeared in it and when she lay down, she looked like a little clam in the big clam shell! Mom thought perhaps we could switch. I looked a little less pathetic. She took both of us back to Petco on Monday night to return Little House on the Prairie collar.
JJ’s now sporting her Green Goddess collar and I’m back with my familiar manly man collar.
Another great, coney fashion, day.