That sounds lovely, Connie.

That _does_ sound lovely, Connie. Peaceful.

But once we're at the vet, it is PARTY TIME for him. "Oh my god, all these smells! Are there other dogs here?!? Are you going to pet me??? Score! Oh my god YOU HAVE A TREAT FOR ME!!!"

This is Cagney, particularly because we go to the hipster vets who are awesome and do all their work on the floor.

I'm not sure how they manage it, but there is NO smell. No icky cleaners or medicinal smells. Each exam room is furnished with a rug and arm chair. There is a collapsible metal table, but I've never seen them use one.

The lobby is all, cool mismatched furniture, including a church pew.

Cagney lurves them and their awesome attitudes.

Speaking of same, I had to buy him a 'pillow' collar, as opposed to an e-collar, because he's dug a terrible hole in his head. I thought it was healing, but he kicked the scab off today and walked into my office looking like Night of the Living Dead.

Thank goodness I could walk to the pet store for the collar because Cagney waited until 3 hours after all the area vets closed. Urgh.

We have an appointment for Thursday, but I'm thinking we'll need to visit the hipsters sooner rather than later.

Oh, poor Cagney! I hope he lets it heal and quits digging at it.

Speaking of same, I had to buy him a 'pillow' collar, as opposed to an e-collar, because he's dug a terrible hole in his head. I thought it was healing, but he kicked the scab off today and walked into my office looking like Night of the Living Dead.

Cagney and Kato must be emailing each other, because the really deep nasty hot spot he gave himself in AUGUST basically *almost* totally heals...and then he licks at it and reopens it. So then we have to put the Cone of Shame on him at night and he sulks and it almost totally heals...and he licks at it and reopens it. It's maddening.

Our vet works on the floor too. Harder for me than the vetand staff!

Zoe doesn't wear a collar any more. When we go out I put the awesome harness on her. Love it! The way it hooks in front of her chest if she tries to pull she turns herself around to face me. She tried to pull ONCE and never tried again. I walk her with a loose leash now and we are both much happier. If she isn't on leash she is naked doggie.

So then we have to put the Cone of Shame on him at night and he sulks and it almost totally heals...and he licks at it and reopens it. It's maddening.

There ought to be some kind of, like, liquid bandage they can put over the wound itself until it heals. The Cone of Shame is unbearable in the long term. When The Gray Cat had to wear one, he became so depressed he would barely eat.

Zoe is such a beautiful doggie, Laura.

I tried Argleas powder as a bandage alternative for Cagney's head wound. It worked on my toe, but it did NOT work for him. Must have been terribly irritating.

He's very mopey with the pillow collar but has not been able to kick the wound. It's going to be even worse when I finally go to bed because I'm going to have to leave him out of the crate...which he will NOT like. I don't think he can get that huge thing in the door.

I hope Cagney can provide 'leave it alone' peer pressure if he and Kato are emailing because I cannot have him kicking this thing open again and again. It's been two weeks already.

We'll see if the vet has a creative, protective alternative.

I'd like to be mad at your pets for you, but I struggle to leave itching alone almost as much.

I struggle to leave itching alone almost as much.

When the cat Slinky was sneezing blood, it turned out to just be really dry nasal passageways because of the drop in humidity with the change of the weather. And I get it, because when *I* blow my nose, it's a little bloody. So I empathize with the poor kitty.

But the difference is that I can use a Kleenex and do the neti pot. The cat, however, is vehemently opposed to the neti pot.

I can't even get my cats to use a Kleenex.

I could get out of my pajamas and get dressed and go do something fun. Or I could stay here snuggled in my warm fuzzy robe and finish up the work I didn't get done last week because I was dopey and couldn't focus my brain. Hmm. When the ADULT choice is to stay in my pajamas, I guess I'm living right.