The latest in goat fashion - "the cone" is both serviceable and trendy, and now Emerson boasts not one, but two, of these sporty accessories. (Observant readers may have noticed the slightly different style in today's photo...) The objective, of course, is to keep his mouth from being able to reach his rear end, where he has bitten and chewed gross bleeding sores in his flesh, and allow my multi-step wound treatment time to heal the sensitive area. His original cone, purchased at a local pet store, was a success for about 36 hours, until he learned first how to contort himself around the plastic to reach his behind, and then how to undo the velcro straps altogether. This larger cone, veterinary-quality and on loan from our canine friend Kelly, features a three-strap system with supplementary adjustable ties. It took Emily and I half a box of animal crackers and at least twenty minutes to "install" it on him. It reminded me of long-ago early Christmas mornings desperately trying to assemble complicated toys, those tense moments when it was unclear whether the frustrated parent or the impatient toddler would go completely berserk first.Only time will tell, but it has been on all day and the only thing he's been chewing are his brother's ears and my shoelaces. Well, I still didn't get the laundry done, but maybe I accomplished something today.
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