The dog has an upcoming spaying appointment that has already been rescheduled due to unforeseen events. The wife leaves to drop off the dog, and the husband stays home, pacing and anxiously thinking about the procedure. After three hours, the wife returns from shopping, having found that experience difficult. The dog comes home groggy and dressed in a unique onesie instead of wearing a head cone. Concerns about the dog's operation and recovery emerge, highlighting the family's emotional investment in the pet's well-being.
When it's time to leave she comes out to my office shed with the dog following. We're off, she says. Do you want me to come? I say.
By the afternoon I am fretting about the dog's operation to the extent that I take myself to bed with a book to calm down.
The dog staggers into the bedroom dressed in a snug short-sleeved onesie printed with a peculiar pattern, like pyjamas for a very long toddler, or a canine prison uniform.
She wasn't having the cone. How long does she have to wear it?
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