One Embarrassed Benjamin

Ben woke up yesterday feeling much less pitiful than the night before, and for awhile there he was back to his normal, happy self, only minorly inconvenienced by the awkward bandage on his paw. But this morning he apparently decided he’d had enough of the bandage and started to chew on it. And so today, he is back to milking the pity…just for slightly different reasons.

We didn’t want to have to subject him to wearing the Cone of Shame, but he left us no other choice. There’s little doubt in my¬† mind that if we didn’t break out the cone we would come home from work today to a bandage-free dog. Lucky for Ben, he should only have to endure eight hours of extreme cone embarrassment. We’re going back to the vet tonight to have his paw re-checked, and hopefully the stitches will come out and the bandage will stay off. And thank goodness, because I’m not sure how much more of this pitiful face we can take!

One Sad Benjamin

Ladies and gentlemen, prepare to feel some major pity.

Our poor little white dog stepped on something sharp in the yard this morning and had to get stitches in his paw. He’ll be fine in a few days, but in the meantime, he is milking the club-foot limp for all he can. And I have to admit, we are totally falling for it. Just look at that sad little face!