While I was in Portugal doing my best to escape the Olympic fervor outside my front door (February 8-23), my lumpy puppy went under the knife.
I asked Steve, who was E’s dog-nanny for the two weeks I was away, to take some pix and email them to me so I could see how he was doing…
Eleven lumps in total were removed. The good news: none of them were malignant. The bad news: Elvis has to wear the Cone of Shame whenever he isn’t knocked out sleeping ‘cuz he just can’t leave the healing wounds alone.
Ohh, poor puppy! I hope he’s feeling much better now.
Our kitty Lilly had the cone of shame for a while recently too. Attacked by a raccoon 🙁