Cone of Shame

Hey, stop laughing!

As you can see, our poor Dante boy is having to wear the dreaded cone of shame. Don't worry though, nothing majorly bad happened to him. Here's what happened: while we were in the process of moving down to Colorado, Dante was staying at the staff house where Marc stayed. Well, somehow during that time, Dante scraped up his elbows pretty bad. The one elbow healed on its own but unfortunately, the other one didn't. Dante continuously licked it raw until it become a halfdollar-sized, gaping wound that was just begging for infection.


After several attempts at bandaging it, and Dante subsequently ripping the bandages off, we resorted to getting him a cone to keep him from bothering it. He's been a really good sport about the whole thing. He always lays so still when I'm working on him; he lets me shave his fur, clean the wound, spray antiseptic spray, wrap, and tape his leg with very little resistance. What a good boy he is! We're hoping that the wound will heal on its own and won't get infected. I'm going to be checking on it in a week or so and see how it's doing. Hopefully we won't have to take him to the vet!

Dante is still adjusting to life with a cone. He's always bumping into chairs, getting hung up on his kennel, and I don't think he really fits into his doghouse anymore. Despite all of the obvious shortcomings that come along with wearing a cone, Dante still makes it look good. :)