Chico got a cut over the weekend that required a trip to the vet first thing Monday morning. He came home in the evening, stitched up, with a drain, and with an Elizabethan collar.

And he’s not loving life right now.

The cone changes the way the world sounds, and makes his head bigger and he keeps bumping into things. It’s hard to eat, he can’t lick his wound, he can’t put a paw on a bone to hold it while he chews it…he’s pretty sure he can’t do anything right now.

Which, I suppose, is a good thing since taking it easy will help him heal.

So, no agility for at least a couple weeks, limited activity in general for a few days, and my job of keeping the wound clean and freely draining is what’s in our future.