So I'm here at my maternal grandparents for the week while I heal from my spay surgery. Since my grandparents are retired, I am never left alone because if I am ever left alone, I will wiggle out of this damn cone and lick and chew my suture line. I have done it before and given the chance, I would do it again. It's not that hard to put my paw in the cone and separate the Velcro. But Lolo (Grandpa) and Lola (Grandma) have kept a close watch on me and my cone antics. Lola also put socks on my feet so I won't scratch my suture line. Between the cone and the socks, I've pretty much given up on playtime for now. I'm so ready to just be a normal dog again!
As is the custom of her culture and generation, Lola has covered all of her furniture with sheets so I am free to sit or sleep anywhere I want. Here I am sleeping on one of Lola's sofas.
Lolo and Lola's neighborhood is very different from my own downtown neighborhood. The people we encounter on our walks tend to move slower and when we do stop to say hello, it seems their conversations take forever to wind down. It's definitely a slower pace out here in this retirement community. But despite the slow pace, I still like going on walks because Lola will take off the cone and socks for our walk. Since I am pretty much a genius, I have learned to ask to go out more frequently, thus getting freed from the cone and socks each time I ask to go out. I think she's on to me, though. But it doesn't matter because I am almost done healing and then I can go home!
