I am the proud mama of two puppy-dogs, a terrier-mutt mix named Boudicca (named after the Warrior Queen) and an English Mastiff named Dixie. Both our girls are rescued – we got Boudicca from the pound and Dixie from Mastiff Rescue.
Today, I was able to pick up my baby girl Dixie (by baby girl, I mean my 135 lb, 6 year old English Mastiff) from the veterinarian. Yesterday, she had surgery to remove a diseased anal gland that has been infected and impacted for about six months or so. It is a terribly gross problem and if you have ever owned dogs, you have likely had to become familiar with their ickiness at least one time or another. After six months of antibiotics, compresses, and flushes, we decided it was time for surgery. The surgery was a success (so far), and she was kept over night for pain relief and observation. I passed the time by fretting and annoying the vet techs with regular check ins.
Poor Dixie. In addition to the pain and anxiety that comes with surgery, they further humiliated her by shaving her rump (they claimed it was for better access to the wound site, but I’m sure it was just for good comedy value). They also gave me a cone of shame to use if she licks at the wound site (she’s surprisingly agile when she’s itchy). If you’re unfamiliar with the cone of shame, here’s a great explanation from the film Up
Interestingly, they call the the Cone of Shame and Elizabethan Collar. I feel that this serves just to further humiliate the animal and owner. So now, when Dixie goes to bed or is left alone for a length of time, she must suffer this indignity (and I’m fairly sure I come closer and closer to death by justifiable dog mauling):