Ripley went to the Vet and was given a good progress report, and will have his stitches taken out on the 12th of August. It will end the days of wearing the "cone of shame" and later the terrible toga he decided was better than the plastic cone. The toga, actually an old top of Elizabeth's, served to keep the stitches in his belly clear of outside agitation. This was our version of buying a child's shirt at the Dollar Store, as suggested by Laurie at the Vets office. She also suggested a spray called "Bitter Apple" which, when applied, left a very bad taste in his mouth as a dissuader to licking the stitches, or worse yet chewing at them. We didn't want to see his intestines fall out if he succeeded, and certainly didn't want another $1,000 bill at the canine emergency ward.
Ripley is OK with the spray, which may impact him only if he licks himself where it's been employed. We try to keep the area small, just covering the stitches. However, he seems to think he can roll around and unburden himself of this "medicine", and thus we'd see him run in circles and rub his nose on the carpet. There's no rhyme or reason, it's just that he's a dog.
If I were better at using this upload facility, I'd post .58 seconds of Ripley running around like a crazy person, but apparently my Apple (as opposed to Ripley's "Bitter Apple") doesn't seem to have a correct format. More likely, I don't understand its format, but suffice to say Ripley is pretty darn funny when he gets the crazies, but for most of the past several weeks and especially since the surgery, he's only had flashes of crazy amidst hours of sonorous slumber.
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