Yes, it's the cone of shame for Maggie.
Fortunately, I don't think she has to wear it all the time. I don't have it on her right now. But she's crashed across my legs, and I have my eyes right on her.
She has a hot spot on that horrid lump on her leg that she licks a couple of times a day until it is bleeding. I won't show it to you. Let's just say it looks a lot like Darth Vader's head when Luke removes his mask. OK, that's enough of that.
I totally understand the problem. When I have poison ivy, there are one or two times a day that I simply can't leave it alone. Fortunately, I don't get infections easily. Neither does Maggie, but we have to get that mess healed up.
I tried putting an old pair of shorts on her. She gave me some pretty strange looks at that, and they worked fine when she wasn't interested in the licking project. Then... she worked at the shorts until she got the fabric out of the way and took the scabs off. Sigh...
I looked at a lot of different cone collars on line, pricing them, and seeing what they were made of. When I found some that were made from semi-rigid foam, I said, "Aha! I have some of that!" (and I knew where it was) Add some duct tape and we are good to go.
Maggie is now 14 years, 8 months old- the oldest dog I've ever owned. She's slowed down, but is in good health and mental condition except for that horrible lump. I don't want to have to make unhappy decisions just because she can't leave that alone.
I hate the sad eyes from wearing the cone, but it beats the alternatives.
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