This morning, even though the vet said we should use the cone for 14 days, I told Vince . . if we can make it through Friday – that’s one week – I’m going to consider it good. By the end of today, I said . . if we can make it through Wednesday, I’m going to be done with the collar/cone.
Vince went to town as soon as the pet store opened at noon and got Oscar another blow up collar to protect his surgical site. I had just blown up the first one, that we put on him Friday evening and Vince said “Let him wear that one til it leaks down too much, then we’ll put the new one on.” About 4 p.m., the first one was getting flat enough that he had his front legs through it and the “collar” was again looking like a belly band so we put the new one on him. I had wrapped the air bladder in two layers of batting, hoping if he chewed into the outer covering, his teeth wouldn’t puncture the air bladder. We also had moved the bladder enough that the little valve where you blow it up was not exposed and we put tape over the hole where the valve would be exposed. He had chewed the blowup part off the first one.
Honestly, within 5 minutes of putting it on him, Vince looked over and said “He’s chewing it and he’s already torn it up!”
Friday when we dropped him off at the vet and he was so sad we were leaving him, I told Vince . . I’ll never understand how people can surrender pets to a shelter except under very dire circumstances.” When I saw that brand new collar, I told Vince . . I’m thinking this might be dire circumstances. No, we’re not giving Oscar up but he’s definitely a handful.
I was able to lap the chewed off piece of velcro over the “nub” that was left and sew it a million times. I will say these things may work for the average dog but I’m pretty disappointed in the quality of these.
Then we used extra velcro to fasten the collar to his harness so he can’t turn it around and get to the strap with his mouth. I should not use the word “can’t” where Oscar is concerned.
We’re keeping him confined to about a 4′ x 25′ area where there’s no furniture to jump on and he really can’t get to running too hard but he was chasing his bone in there and rolling over it and growling and tossing it in the air. Vince said “He surely doesn’t sound or act like a dog recovering from surgery.” I didn’t say it but I was thinking . . if neutering him calms him down . . I surely hope there’s more “calming” yet to come.