Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.

HEY! This is not the way I thought I’d celebrate!


Katie here!

What you say? You just heard from me? You wonder if mama is even doing anything interesting? Well, according to me, the princess, she is not.

Besides! It’s my tenth birthday!

That’s double digits people! It’s a big deal and I’ve been looking forward to it for months! (OK, for moments, but in dog years that’s the same as months.)

There should be cake! And treats and balloons and guests and party hats! And gifts. Lots and lots of gifts.

But instead mama got me this.

Not my color mama!

Not my color mama!

I hate it. I can’t see through it, it flops over my eyes, and it’s not my color. Everybody knows that my color is pink. This thing is not pink. And even the bandage on my leg is blue instead of pink.

Obviously a grievous error.

Mama put me back in the clear cone that the vet gave me. I like it better cause I can see stuff coming at me. Like a treat. Not that I’ve seen any birthday treats. But just in case I’m ready.

This is not my favorite thing either mama!

This is not my favorite thing either mama!

Also it makes an awesome snow scoop.

Mama says I’m really tired and since I’m on pain meds we should probably celebrate my birthday once this whole cone thing is done. What’s a couple weeks anyway she says? Just about a trillion dog years…but whatever mama.

I need a nap but mama says I have to stay awake long enough to tell you that the thing on my leg that the vet took off was just a wart and nothing to worry about.

So now I have to wear this lovely cone of shame for two whole weeks! Sigh. I’m not very good at being a patient. I ask to go outside and then make mama or daddy walk around and around my path without actually doing anything. I mean what do they think? I can’t sniff for a good spot wearing this ridiculous headgear. But then they took it off so I could sniff and I still won’t do anything. I like to make them nuts. Especially when it’s so cold outside and the wind is blowing so hard.

And last night I made mama sleep on the floor next to me. Mostly I didn’t need her but it was nice to push up against her when I woke up scared in the middle of the night. I’m glad she was there. And just cause she did that I let her sleep all the way until 6 a.m. this morning.

Maybe I’ll let her sleep till 6:15 a.m. tomorrow. We’ll see how I’m feeling. Could go either way.

Meanwhile, I expect a big celebration of my birthday after this stupid cone is gone. I’m starting to gather my list of demands now. A princess has to be ready, don’t you know.

Katie here, signing out – thank you all for all your good thoughts and prayers when I went under the knife. I know they made a big difference, and they certainly made mama feel better.

Sending you all sheltie hugs and kisses. And if you need a cone, I have a spare.

My snow scoop.

My snow scoop.

Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

26 thoughts on “HEY! This is not the way I thought I’d celebrate!

  1. oh poor Katie- what a rotten way to celebrate your birthday. Hope you are feeling better soon and momma can get some rest ❤ < 3


    • We are now on day 6 of a 2 week cone of shame adventure. No one is getting much rest, though Katie is adapting pretty well. Though why she feels the need to run the cone into the back of my legs regularly is beyond me. Can’t feel that great on her end either.

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  2. Oh Katie!!!!! Our hearts are broken that you have to wear that on your birthday! That is NOT appropriate Princess attire!!!!! We never realized you and Dakota are the same age! (Dakota will be 10 in February!!!!) We wish you a happy birthday sweet girl and a PROPER celebration when you are healed. Please, please feel better soon! Love you!


  3. Cute! But they do hate them. When we had to use one, our beloved thought they were being punished. Oh, the look on their face. But they didn’t have designer colors back then. Not sure if it would have made a difference.


  4. Oh Katie, just think of it as your CROWN! Have your mom hot glue some diamonds on there, and it will be perfect!


  5. Katie, in makes you look a bit like Queen Elizabeth, the first one, with her ruffled collars. I’m pretty sure it’s just another piece of royal regalia.


  6. Poor sweet Katie – it will heal in no time and that silly cone will go away. Happy Birthday Sweet Katie


  7. Katie, we don’t always get what we want, but sometimes…. Ask your mama how the rest of the song goes. Happy birthday!


  8. Poor Katie and poor mama! Cones are hard on everyone but we are glad your surgery was nothing too major. You will enjoy your birthday more when you can ditch the cone! Happy Birthday, 10 is very exciting!


  9. Oh, you poor darling Princess! Nothing like the cone of shame to bring out the very worst in any dog. Dallas won’t wear one. Not at all. In fact, he’s trained his mama not to even try strapping a contraption like that around his head! Happy Birthday, Sheltie-girl, and many many more. Yes, celebrating late sucks, but it’s better than having to pose for birthday photos with that THING around your lovely head!!


  10. Katie we didnt know u had a cone. Sorry to hear that. I had one in November. We are starting a fashion trend.

    Sorry we havent been by Blogville much. Mommy has been having speech problems and has been sad.


  11. Happy Late Birthday Katie. I hope you get extra doggie bones in your stocking.


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  13. Cole sends a belated birthday wish. He didn’t see it coming because he wears his soft, floppy cone most of the time! Y’all could be related!

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