My dog, Finn, has had his second ACL (anterior cruciate ligament) surgery in three months. He now uses his cone (the Elizabethan collar they wear to stop meddling with the surgery site) as a weapon. He is thoroughly pissed off with having to wear it again.
Sometimes, it’s like he’s shaking his gorgeous little head to the song, Black Betty. In my late teens, this was my prime head-shaking song of choice. I would stand with my legs in a perfect stance for ultimate balance, slightly bent over and shake my head like I was in the head-shaking Olympics. Don’t Fear The Reaper, by Blue Oyster Cult was another favourite.
The feeble Finn of last week is gone and replaced with a rather frustrated, f*ck this for a game of soldiers, feisty Finn.
Buzz had enough of it and when Finn pushed him in the ass with his cone, he surreptitiously peed into it. Did he do it on purpose? No. Is he an opportunist? Perhaps.
Tomorrow, he gets his stitches out and no more cones. I am planning a pawty. As both his legs have new ligaments, he will be back to his, I’m faster than a speeding bullet, Finn, in five weeks.
Stay Fab
Adele
