She had to have surgery. And with it came the dreaded collar.
Now collars have gotten better since the Victorian version. (See Collared on an earlier Mutts.) They’re soft, inflatable, and much easier to use. Or not? Luckily the vet inflated mine so all I had to do was affix it to Penelope’s regular collar. After I caught her.
Penelope had to wear it for 10 days – day and night.
Day 1: All went well. Of course she was still groggy.
Day 2: Penelope discovered where the collar inflated and chewed the nozzle. Now we had a limp collar. So I went to Amazon and ordered a new one – one day shipment.
This time I put it on carefully so that she couldn’t reach the nozzle. Except that no matter how I put it on, she figured out a way to chew it off. There went collar number two.
Now things were desperate. I was planning on being away for a day here and there. Hoping for the best, I went back to Amazon for collar number three. Penelope was getting really good at being an escape artist and still had a week of recovery to go. There was no hope for collar number three.
At this point I had a bright middle-of-the night idea.
I removed the inflatable part from the cover.
Then I found an airline pillow and worked it through the cover creating yet another collar. No inflation needed. No worries about chewing the nozzle.
I buckled it securely to her collar so that she couldn’t remove it.
It wasn’t as tidy as the original one. Or the second one. Or the third one. But it stayed on.
Day 10: Freedom at last!