Last week, our 7 month old Bernedoodle suddenly became obsessed with his wiener. Not that he’s not always obsessed with it, but it was receiving an inordinate amount of affection if you know what I mean. To top it off, our other dog, was picking up the slack when Wookie’s tongue needed a rest. Now, I normally don’t pay attention to dogs and their disgusting grooming habits but when you’re woken up at two in the morning by an intense slurping noise, it’s time to investigate.
We rolled him over and sure enough, he had a rash all over his stomach and well, you know where else. So, off to the vet we go, where it’s determined that he has a bacterial infection and he’s prescribed antibiotics, instructions not to lick and I’m handed a $200 bill.
“So, the cone of shame?”, I say.
“Or a pair of underwear.”, says the vet.
The underwear seemed like the best bet because they would keep our other dog from licking as well. Also, I reasoned, they would be damn funny.
And they were.
In fact, it was the best comic relief I’ve had in a long time.
Even the peanut gallery wanted pictures with him in his unmentionables.
And how can you not laugh when this goes walking past you?
Doesn’t the look on his face say it all here?
So, the moral of this story here is if your dog has an infection and you have to choose between a cone or a pair of underwear, go with the underwear. The laughter will make the vet bill much less painful.