Monday, January 7, 2019

Han's Point of View...Surgery and the Dreaded Cone of Shame

Mom got me up real early one morning and we went off to the Dr's office. I was extremely upset with her as she wouldn't let me drink or eat anything. What's up with that?

We got there before everyone else and had to wait in the car. Mom gets time mixed up sometimes, even dates have not been her forte lately. This is the second time we have repeated this scenario in a week. Mom says "it happens", whatever that means. I wish she would pull herself together and put it on her calendar on her phone instead of trying to remember everything.  She would be so much happier, I think. 
Han getting weighed

Ah the doors finally opened and we went in. A nice attendant came out and weighed me and then took me back to the back and put me in a cage. Hey, what's with this? Mom doesn't put me in cages! They told me it was for my own safety. Well if that's the case then, Okay. Where is Mom? Why is there so much noise, and what's with all the barking dogs and was that a cat?
Cat Cages

Another attendant came and got me and gave me a pill, I became real relaxed and kind of giddy, oh happy day! The attendant lifted me to the table and shaved a spot on my left foreleg and my right foreleg. Hey what is that shinny sticky thing in your hannnnnd, oh good meds. Go ahead and stick me, see if I care. Ah, I see rabbits chasing rainbows and fuzzy stars...then nothing, I think they call this dreamland. 


Hey, I'm in this cagey thingy again...OW I'm sore where I shouldn't be sore. Hey, what did you guys do to me. MOM! Heeeey, think I will sleep some more. An attendant comes in a bit later and puts my collar on me, boy the area between my shoulder blades hurts as well, what all did they do to me?  Now they are taking me out to the reception area...MOM! MOM? MOM! I'm so glad to see you.
Mom, I gotta tell you what they did to me!
Some of my toe nails are gone, my neck hurts, but the area back at my back legs really hurts, Mom. Wait! What? Now you say I can't jump into a car for a week? Well you know I don't jump anywhere, I climb! But now I can't climb? What happened Mom?  Now I can't even lick myself? MOM!!!!! What gives here?


Okay, let's go home so I can rest some more. Whoa there Nellie! What are these pant thingies? They look like Kismet pants! Their do WHAT? Oh the indignity of it all!
Kismet Pants! 
No I will not look at the camera!


Mom, that's just not fair. I will defeat this, I will, I will.  

Two days later Mom took me to PetSmart and got this strange contraption for my head. She said it was best for me since I would not leave my Kismet pants on for more than a minute. I said I would defeat it! Ha, Ha! But this thing, I'm not sure of. I keep running into everything with it. Think I will run into the back of Mom's legs. She hates that, just as much as I hate wearing this contraption.  Everyone called it the Cone of Shame.
Han's Cone of Shame! If he would have just 
left his pants on!
Glad I only had to wear it for 5 days. Got a hold of it after Mom took it off of me and ate that sucker up! So there, Cone of Shame. Now time to start my next training class! I am so ready!

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Mom here: Han came through his surgery with flying colors. Being a Blue Heeler he had some possessive aggression and having had him neutered will hopefully remove that aggression, making him a better service dog. Han was also chipped and had a great nail trim while he was out. 

I can't thank enough, the wonderful attendants and Doctors at Rose Rock Veterinary Hospital and Pet Spa for all the attention they gave Han during his procedure.  They are a very caring bunch of true professionals. 

Han was indeed a little stinker with his Cone of Shame. He butted me with it every chance he got letting me know he did not like it one little bit. Had he not fought me about the Kismet pants he wouldn't have had to wear that darn cone. He just outsmarted himself. 

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