Thanks to everyone who left advice and sympathy yesterday. I reckoned I wouldn’t be alone in my battle to defend the cat’s food bowl from the greedy jaws of the dog. I am still not sure what our future strategy will entail. It might be an attractive configuration of ceiling-high DIY baby gates – because Shiva will jump anything less than eight feet – ex-pens, and a good old-fashioned booby trap. Tar and feathers would make her look quite fetching, don’t you think?
I kid, I kid. No matter what we come up with, however, I promise there will be follow-up. And photos.
Speaking of the dog and pictures and strategies, Shiva given me cause me to worry about another aspect of her life. After almost six weeks, her injury should be entirely healed. The stitches were removed ages ago and the cone is a distant memory. Unfortunately, I noticed this evening that the area is still looking a bit too raw for my liking.
When I say raw, it looks like she has been scratching the heck out of the scar tissue during the day enough to make the area bleed. I am sure it itches like a bad mosquito bite and I can’t blame her for doing it but it is giving me some serious anxiety. The more she scratches, the more irritated the skin will become, and the slower it will heal. We obviously need to prevent her from doing any worse damage.
My PH’s suggestion? Clothing. A t-shirt, to be precise.
I never thought I would be the kind of person to dress up my dog in my own clothes. Who does? I figure if I am going to do it, I may as well make it an old SPCA t-shirt so she can support a worthy cause at the same time.
As it is slightly too baggy around the waist, she is also rocking the early nineties side-knot. Maybe I’ll have to get her one of those wicked t-shirt clips, just to make it even better. One in every colour so she can match her outfit.
Do they still make those? I hope not.
I am wondering if I need to make her a pair of puppy pants. Because if she is going to wear a shirt being bottomless just seems… Unseemly.
Let’s hope the scar heals before I lose all sense of normalcy forever.
*I realize this post isn’t much less wordy than usual. I am just too lazy to come up with a different title. There are more important things to worry about, like how I am going to fashion Shiva a skirt out of an old pair of jeans.