This is Rosie. She stayed with us while her family was in Hawaii. We’re that kind of family…we’ll watch your dog. Sure, bring them over.
As you can see, Rosie has been endowed with the worst the canine world has to offer–the dreaded cone. My guess is it’s sort of like the dog equivalent of having to wear your headgear out in public.
Good ‘ol Rosie seemed oblivious to the humiliation she was having to live through until her paw healed and went about her business.
When Rosie has stayed with us before, she has always slept under the bed when the lights go out. She would get flat and low then crawl as far under as she could.
(You know where this is going.)
This time, as we lay there in our bed Larry and I heard this : pant pant pant…bonk…bonk…bonk…pant pant pant…bonk…bonk…bonk.
Then she’d walk over to the other side of the bed: pant pant pant…bonk…bonk…bonk…pant pant pant…bonk…bonk…bonk. This went on about six or seven times for the first three nights.
Each time we laughed harder. She finally got it through her coned head she wasn’t getting under that bed.
Poor Rosie and her satellite dish head gear….the humilation. I am certain George and Hazel were still friendly if not a bit confused by her new ‘necklace’…..
I hate things that go “bonk” in the night.
Oh sure…pictures of late-night shopping but no video of Rosie going bonk in the night? We were robbed! 🙂
LOL! Poor Rosie. I’ve always felt so badly for dogs with those cone thingies.
That dog would be in the garage at the first bonk. You really are an animal lover. AH! HEADGEAR! Don’t remind me!
awww poor Rosie – she has that elizabethan collar!
Poor Rosie. I’m glad it was you and not me, I would have laughed so hard the sheets would have to be changed.
Poor little thing! It’s a shame she was such a slow learner!! Life is tough…get a helmet 🙂