So after several nights of sleeping on the floor to keep my un-ecollared dog from licking her staples, I decided to collar her, put her in the larger crate in the living room so she has some wiggle room, and sleep on the couch. Surely that ought to be some sort of decent compromise. So, I'm trying like mad to sleep through her whining and then the panting starts. Honestly, this
has to be unhealthy for her. I know it sure as $#%% is for me. She starts panting so hard she vibrates the crate. It's unreal. I know she's drooling hard core, too. That kind of stress can't be worth it. I know the threat of infection to the wound and devastatingly worse, to the bone, is very real. But there has to be another way. When I found myself ready to roll over and scream at her, I decided I needed to do something different. If I don't get a good solid night of sleep soon, I might be the one who ends up wearing an elizabethan-collar. Right now, as I'm yawning so hard I have tears streaming down my face, she's quiet. She's still wearing the collar, but I opened the door to her crate. She didn't come out, but she piped down. I've got the baby gate locking us in to the living room. I'm going to try it this way for a while. God help me. If it doesn't work, you know where I'll be. On the friggin' floor again.
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