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.
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?