Since Fate came home from the Vet with that cone on her head Jon wanted to take it off. I got him to keep it on her for the first night and into the early afternoon yesterday. I don’t know why he hates it so much, but I guess he was right that she doesn’t need it. So far (cross my fingers) she hasn’t touched her stitches. We put it on her at night when she’s in her crate to be sure, but otherwise we keep an eye on her. But she’s not as interested in the stitches as she is the sheep, her toys, Red, us and other people.
To see Fate you wouldn’t know she just had her belly cut open and her insides rearranged. It’s a joke trying to get her not to jump or run. She really is a joy and a wild thing.
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Fate is a joy and a wild thing. I really like that! and what a beautiful picture! So glad the “female operation” went off with no problems. Annie