Comfy Cone

Max had a dental cleaning and lipoma removal. Sadly, the tumor was not what our veterinarian expected to find, so he did a biopsy which left an incision and staples. (Yes, the man who revels in animal ick was alarmed/grossed out by what he found.) I picked up a Comfy Cone for him, thinking it would be way more comfortable than the hard plastic cone we've used in the past.

Apparently not. I let Max out in the backyard, and now the Comfy Cone is nowhere to be found. I may offer the children an incentive to find it in the woods this afternoon.  

It's been a rough couple of years for our pets. Max's attack was especially stressful for all of us. 

Then, Chloe died, followed by Tiger a few months later (last summer, when I was pregnant, when it was super hot, and Randy was out of town!!).

At least without the Comfy Cone, Max is ready for some sky diving and Rocky Mountain climbing.

And his teeth are really clean.