The Dreaded Cone

I'm sorry I haven't been blogging at all. I've been a little under the weather lately and haven't been up to posting. Mom has a cone on me or an Elizabethan collar, as a friend likes to call it.
Whatever your name for it, it's degrading & humiliating. Mom tries to snuggle with me but then makes cracks about her little lamp shade head. :(

So what happened? Well, a few weeks ago I started limping and while inspecting my paw mom found an extra toe! It was big & pink, swollen from our recent long walks. I don't know where it came from but boy was it uncomfortable to walk on. The vet said it was a tumor and while inspecting my foot they found another one. The next day was a horrible one. I should have known something was wrong. Mom left me at the veterinarian clinic!! I was so scared but I was a good girl. The two tumors were removed, my foot was bandaged and then the dreaded cone was placed around my neck. There should be a law against cones on beagles. We like to sniff the ground and how are we suppose to do that with a cone on?!?

Mom kept me pretty medicated so I'm kind of fuzzy to what happened for a few days. I slept a lot and I remember Bailey standing over me very disappointed that I wouldn't play with her. Then the pain wasn't so bad and I got antsy. I hated the cone! I made every attempt to bash & chew it apart. Mom brought out the duct tape but it was no match for me. They don't call me Haley Hell Fire for nothing. I managed to break the darn thing beyond repair. Enough of the cone...

Soon I could take my sock off and Oooo there was my stitched up paw. I became engrossed by it and couldn't stop washing but fearing they would buy another cone I have left my stitches be. So here I am doing my time until the stitches can be removed but it hasn't been all boring. To my moms horror, I caught a squirrel yesterday and I most certainly would not drop it. Oh no no that's been a dream and I was so proud. Who cares if it was a little handicapped, blind squirrel?! It still took a lot of skill and I was so happy until it curled around my muzzle & bit into me. Ouch! Those things have teeth! None of my squeaker toys have teeth!! After a wild chase involving mom, max and ed the cat, the squirrel got away. I have several new wounds on my face but have pretty much forgotten my sore leg. :)