Yup. We’re still here.
Still stuck in a cone.
It’s hard for LP when she can’t chase balls, lick my face, or play with her friends (they’re all terrified of her cone, so they keep a good distance from her, poor bean).
Heck, she can’t even eat or drink water without my lifting the bowl up for her.
But perhaps this time of rest and contemplation is good for her puggie soul, because, really, she is a lucky little girl.
I like to think that she’s using her extra energy to heal her eye, but I rather suspect she’s actually carefully plotting out how she’s going to wreak havoc when she’s finally cone-free again.
Keep healing, bubbah, keep healing!