Our poor poor dog.
She got hit by a car a couple of weeks ago and now wears the cone of shame.
Every now and again I will take the cone off and let her relax without it.
The second she starts to lick at her leg Tuck screams,
"MOM, MOM HELP!!! Get the cone of shade!!!!!" (as he refers to it)
She had surgery on her shattered front leg and they installed pins and bars to help
stabilize it. She will be wearing these lovely contraptions for the next 3 months.
In his prayers last night Tuck asked that Wrig be made better, and that she would not run out into the street and get hit by anymore white minivans.
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