I should have posted this yesterday, but got distracted.
My sweet Annie is no longer fertile. And because she is Annie and all mine, she gets into everything, including her stitches. So for the time being, she walks the fancy grassways of Valle Crucis wearing an Elizabethan collar. It doesn't suit her style or personality at all. Frankly, I think the contraption resembles the parabolas that tv guys hold up on the sidelines of football games to concentrate sound waves.
My largest issue with her at the moment is keeping her in resting mode so as not to tear her surgical spot. This is impossible. Keeping an eye on her makes me feel like I'm in charge of nursery full of curious 3 year olds armed with knives and live electrical outlets. The word, 'No,' has no meaning.
She has a slight bit of watery blood oozing which causes me concern, but I think we'll let it play out till tomorrow...
Other than being miffed at the inconvenience of wearing a plastic cone and the itching of the wound, Annie is still sweet.
**Update**
Blogging is fruitful in many ways. Laura from the Triangle just forwarded me this link to the Comfy Collar which is a much better solution to the hard plastic cone. I just ordered one.
