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Delilah’s Dilemma

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Delilah must have rolled into some sap. Cyndie thinks it might have been bugging Delilah for a few days. Our poor dog was biting at it, pulling her hair out, and licking obsessively, which eventually created a sore spot of raw skin.

When I got home from the day-job, Cyndie was working her way through an escalating series of interventions to dissuade Delilah from messing with the sore. She had yet to find a method that achieved her goal.

Poor Delilah didn’t realize her lack of cooperation was the cause for the increasingly intrusive control methods being hoisted upon her.

dscn5873eFinally, out came the pad and cling wrap. Cyndie started applying it while Delilah was lying down on her side, and I was getting ready for the chaos that was about to happen when Cyndie tried getting the cling around Delilah’s body. Then she told Delilah to stand up, and the dog responded perfectly, allowing Cyndie to complete the wrap.

It wasn’t very tight, so after a couple of hours it had slid down off the sore spot, but it did help Delilah stop fixating on the wound for a little while.

Before the end of the night, Cyndie had reached the point where she was willing to try the “cone of shame” around Delilah’s head. It wasn’t a full effort, stopping short of threading her collar through loops on the cone as directed, so it didn’t last long. It didn’t really matter. Delilah’s obvious misery was so extreme, to the point of not wanting to move a step while tucking her tail and ignoring any offering of treats, it led to the swift removal of the psychological torture.

It was such a sorry sight, I didn’t have the heart to violate her indignity with a photo recording the moment.

img_1948eWe prefer to remember her in her better days, like the time this weekend when Cyndie grabbed a pillow off the couch and set it on the floor in front of the fireplace to lay on. In a flash of milliseconds after the pillow landed, Delilah dove in for a pin-point landing  before Cyndie could lean back.

The dog had arrived with her fangs wrapped around a precious morsel of bone and went about her business with a feigned obliviousness to the intrusion she had brilliantly executed. When Cyndie turned to question the violation of space, she got the well-known universal dog expression. The look that says, “What’d I do?”

Puppy eyes. Twist of the head.


She knew exactly what she’d done. I don’t buy that act for a minute.

Yesterday, shortly after my photos of disappearing snow posted, we got a fresh new (temporary) inch of white stuff covering everything. Cyndie cleaned off the upper parking pad of the driveway.

Delilah was granted some leash-free time to watch. I think the snow probably felt good on her sore spot. She makes for such a noble looking sentry, doesn’t she?














Written by johnwhays

March 2, 2017 at 7:00 am

6 Responses

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  1. Poor puppy!

    Jim Parker (@drjparker)

    March 3, 2017 at 9:03 am

    • Thanks, Jim. Puppy is doing pretty good, we think. Meanwhile, Cayenne is the one we are focused on, as she is showing little in the way of improvement.


      March 4, 2017 at 9:28 pm

  2. I was going to suggest ruling out hot spots, too.

    Liz Shatek

    March 2, 2017 at 1:27 pm

  3. Sounds like Delilah may have a hot spot. It’s a mass of moist matted fur that irritates the skin that can become an open sore and painful. Our St. Bernard use to get them in the spring before she blew her winter coat. We always had to trim the fur away from the area and apply a cream prescribed by our Vet and she was always willing to leave them alone after we treated them.


    March 2, 2017 at 9:54 am

    • Aha! Good information. Thank you!
      I wasn’t aware of the condition.


      March 2, 2017 at 10:43 am

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