This morning, as daylight was seeping into the sky, I was greeted by a puppy surprise. Opening the front door to hand out small rawhide twists to the gang, everyone came running to the door including one puppy that had a large plastic jar for a head! It was a large, empty biscotti bottle which I had used on my walker to help carrying water or treats.
It was our little girl named Spot (who will get a better name soon!). Unfazed by the big contraption on her head, she came galloping happily to the door with Coco and Batman.
I've seen my share of adult Anatolians that pretend that they can't walk any more, nor eat or pee, if wearing an Elizabethan style veterinary collar, but puppies can sure be resilient!
I handed treats to all the others. Then sat at the front door and tried to get her head out of the bottle. Inside the bottle was a bit steamed up and the fur on her head was still dry but starting to get damp from the condensation. She could see out of the now hazy plastic jar and was very patient with my attempts to work one ear out so I could try and slide it over her head. She seemed to understand I was trying to help her. Alas, it was only going on one way and would simply not come off as easily over her blocky wedge shaped head.
We went into the house. James found some strong wire cutters and got the darn thing off of her as she lay on her belly on a nice working surface. So sweet, she remained still the whole time and didn't complain. (I assure you that she does have a mouth on her if she's got something to complain about!) She recovered quickly enough, wagged her tail happily, enjoyed some cuddles and then she took a treat, went back outside to lie down and enjoy it.
Sitting on our 'operating table'.
Assuming the position for cutting the jar off her head.
All of this gives me an idea for
her future name.
Spot with James.
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