Check out my last post: Sheba Injured. Frank (my oldest brother, who went to the states) went out and got some bandaging materials, and some cleansing agents for Sheba’s cut. While he did that, I had been instructed to give Sheba some graval, to keep her settle. I wasn’t quite sure how much to give her, so I asked my half awake mother, who told me that two would be good (I soon discovered this wasn’t the wisest choice).

It was a while before Frank getting back, so I just had to make sure Sheba stayed laying down, which was a task in itself. She’s an active dog. Well, when Sheba got back, we discussed how things would have to be done, and there was one issue we disagreed on. Frank wanted to put one those protection collars around her neck, that would stop her from chewing on the bandaging, I disagreed. Frank’s bigger, Frank won. So we put it on her, she looked silly, like a satellite dish.

It was a little tough, then to get Sheba on her side. She didn’t like the idea of no control, and definitely of the E-Collar (What it says on the packaging) around her neck. But it wasn’t long before we could start bandaging. It wasn’t a lot of work there, she was perfectly settle, a brave dog, more than I.

We soon found out she was very very unhappy about the collar, that interfered with her ability to see, and hear. She wouldn’t stay still for long periods of time, and promptly get up at moments notice, only to bump into the couch, or a chair, or something. I could figure out whether it was the drugs, or the collar. I didn’t think she needed the collar, and at various times, voiced this opinion, but Frank was indignant that she would bite it off.

Soon, we came to a stand still with the dog. She was sitting, and refused to lay down, not even for a treat. She wouldn’t budge, one way or another. She had a look in her eyes, that was a mix of frustration, and almost anger. I felt bad for her, and I didn’t know what to do. Finally, Frank giving in, took the stupid collar dealy off, and Sheba ran away in fear (just down the hall), she sensed Frank was a little frustrated. I went, and brought her back to the living room, and got her to lay down. And I’m glad to report, that for once, Frank was wrong, and I was right. She hasn’t licked, or chewed at the bandage once. She’s brought her head down close to it a few times, but a stern “NO” does the trick, and she understands.

I don’t know, but Sheba has always been good at NOT doing things when we tell her. Its hard to get her to do somethings some times, but when you tell her “No”, she understands, and she stops. Its come to the point that we can almost leave the gate on our fence open, and she wouldn’t care (but we leave closed anyways, cause we’re not COMPLETELY convinced). So, in short, I LOVE MY DOG, and shes doing fine.