Grizz here….
Mom insists on opening my mouth and shoving nasty tasting things down my throat and then holding my jaw shut. If I didn’t love her so much I would bite her. I am stuck with a big blue inflatable ring on my neck but at least it is better than that stupid cone thing. I can eat and drink better now. Mom makes me lay down on my side and she pours cold stuff on me. As long as she pets my belly while she does it I don’t care. She gets me up early so she can repeat this process. Mom started back to work so I stay in my kennel but as soon as she gets home she gets me out so I can potty and get lovings. Well, I better go Mom is coming and I don’t want her to know I use her computer.
Shhhhh….yoir secret is safe with us. We won’t tell yoir Mom you’re on the computer! BTW, you type mich vetter with your paw than I do with my digits!😁
Those meds are going to help you feel better, even though the “process” of taking them is yucky! Good boy!
A day closer to a full recovery! Keep on hanging tough!
Hugs
Sally and Alumni Happy Hannah and Merry Myrtle and Frankie too!
Hey Grizz, I promise you won’t have to take those pills furever. Soon you’ll be back to your old self and you can bite that cone in half if you’d like (although they do make great pillows don’t you think?).
Keep on healing my friend!