my hairy sidekick and me.
To know me is to be sick to death of pictures and stories of our Goldendoodle, Charming.
I’ve resumed my status as Carla the Crazy Canine Lady and I adore it.
He’s energetic. He’s Doodle’y. He’s now officially known by the nickname The Chairman (apparently Siri has no love for Charming as she insists on changing his name to The Chairman. Nothing makes me snicker more than texting a friend: Ill be there as soon as I get The Chairman to poop.).
Recently, to The Chairman’s great dismay, he underwent the surgical procedure known as neutering.
(He insists it NOT be referred to as “fixing” since he maintains he was quite fabulous before.)
Here he is mere moments before
He came through the procedure with
out testicles flying colors (and a weird skin infection because nothing is ever around here) and in possession of the popular, always anticipated Cone of Shame.
Having been CrAzY CaNiNe CaRlA from previous periods in my life I knew what to expect.
The Tornado, however, was saddened by her dog’s new coned condition.
She felt sorry for him.
It was only when breaking down for *her* the myriad benefits of the Cone of Shame (good GOSH parenthood consists of flying by the seat of my capri-pants) did I begin to believe it all myself!
And while we all know I. Be. Crazy. allow me to explain why.
4 reasons I’m jealous of The Chairman’s Cone of Shame.
- He was forced to MONOtask. I’ve recommitted—but Charming was guaranteed success as he had no choice. When he snuggled his fox (below) while wearing the C.O.S. it was all he could do. There was no option to love the fox, while cradling a Kong and snacking on treat. MONOtasking—forced or not–rocks.
- He had to seek help. He’s The Chairman. Of course he thinks he can do everything himself. Wearing the C.O.S. forced him to seek assistance. Everything from scratching his back to picking up toys required aid. He asked for what he needed (or just forced his way onto my lap.)
- He was compelled to rest. This dog is active. Super active. He could over-train
mein a millisecond. Although he fought valiantly against it initially–in the end he gave into the healing rest of the cone.
- He had no choice but break habits which didn’t serve him. Charming is licker. Prior to surgery it was merely annoying. After surgery, C.O.S. in place, he physically couldn’t lick. Now that the cone is off? He seems to have lost the urge to lick. He shed his habit *and* it was fun in the process—at least for the child.
Now that cone-time is behind us (thank goodness.) I’d like to think we all learned something about wearing our own virtual cone of…self-care.
- I know I did.
- I know the child did.
- I know The Chairman learned how to “tell” his biped roommates he’s decided—intuitively—he’s VERY ready to resume normal, energetic activities:
(destroyed bed. healed doodle)
Do you require a virtual Cone of Shame or do you *already* rock the MONOtasking, rest,and intuitive exercise?