Mort had a histiocytoma crop up on his arm. Luckily this is a benign growth (tests show benign, and that it’s “most likely” a histiocytoma), so we really lucked out. However someone (I’m not naming names) decided to start licking it whenever we didn’t put the cone on, and it became infected yesterday.

So one vet visit and jar of antibiotics later, we have a sad sac of a dog in his cone.

This dog is wearing a cone

Dog in a cone: Would rather not.

I will say though that when I grab a ball, he turns into his normal self. I turn into a bucket of laughter because a dog who decides it’s almost MORE fun to play fetch with cone because he gets to crash into things due to a lack of peripheral vision is really a sight to be seen. Oh and I can throw the ball into his cone and watch him wave his head around to launch it out. A cone means a whole new kind of game, and I think both of us enjoy it immensely.

Not worth an infected arm, but gotta keep a positive spin on life right?

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About Author

Jen deHaan is graphic designer, small business owner, and dog person living in Bay Area, California. Jen enjoys learning about dog training and behavior, and has taken several courses and seminars since 2010. She also contributes articles to leading websites, such as Victoria Stilwell's Positively . It all started with a great dog called Mikey (aka "dude"), loved and lost but remembered forever. Jen also runs a freelance business focusing on graphic, web, and UI design at FoundPixel, and a small business creating hand crafted dog products at Stylish Canine.