Willow

Willow is finding life a little trying at present - having been spayed last Friday, she is required to wear one of those Elizabethan collars to stop her chewing her stitches. Being a sensitive soul, she is finding this rather hard. When we first put it on (Egg screaming in terror), she let her head droop to the floor as if it were made from bricks, and lifted her front paws higher than her head with each step. Coupled with a drunken reeling, this made for rather amusing viewing, and I couldn't stop myself from laughing at her - to which her response was to climb into a box and get her head stuck in the corner. She then spent the next hour running around hitting the cone on everything she possibly could (table/chair legs, washing machine, cupboard, doors, legs, the floor, etc) efore sitting on my lap and looking plaintively up at me. Oh, the shame! If only she could speak, we could explain...

This set the scene for the rest of the weekend really, with Willow making scant improvement with regards to orientation and appearing to just give up moving. So she spends all her time sleeping on me/Egg, walking over confusedly and resting her big lampshade head on our laps. Which I suppose is good from the point of view of the wound healing, but I do feel sorry for her. Especially as she has valiantly decided to carry on grooming herself, getting into position and licking desperately at the funnel round her head.

Poor Little. At least it's only for a week....