Our vet Dr. Brenda Culver gave us the official word today -- it was cone independence day for blind Briggs. For almost two entire months, this little Beagle has had to wear a cone on his head following his eye surgery. At first, he hated the dang thing and couldn't get used to it. He caught it on everything -- doors, the ground, food bowls, other dogs. Jeez, it's hard enough being blind, but add the cone and it's really difficult to navigate! But bless his heart, he figured it out, and pretty soon he got used to it. Yet every day he'd roll around on a dog bed like he was trying to shake it off.
So today, at precisely 4:19 p.m. Mountain time, I removed the cone. I took the photo above just beforehand. I fully expected him to get up and do a little jig, then roll around in sheer ecstasy enjoying his newfound freedom. But, alas, there was no perfect-for-the-camera moment ... no bounding around the house, no exultation. He just wanted me to leave him alone for his afternoon nap. (Did I mention this Beagle sleeps as much as a cat?)
Here he is at 4:20 p.m., freed from the confounded cone:
I know he'll thank me for this later.