Pugs are known for their sad faces. Put a cone on a pug and, well, you get this:

Poor sad pug. Paco’s eye surgery went well though, so although he is sad now, hopefully once his eye heals he will be less sad. And to help him heal, he has a new routine of eye drops and pills.

That’s a fair number of drugs for a little boy (there are actually two different forms of prednisone there – one pill, one drops). The schedule is fairly simple though – one pill twice a day, two pills once a day. One bottle of eye drops is just for the next few days, to be given as often as we see fit to keep his eye lubricated. The other two eye drops have to be given every six hours, but who needs sleep, right? Should help prepare me for when the baby comes, yes?

And then there is the cone. The cone stays on for at least two weeks, perhaps as long as six. He is good with the pills (because he gets cheese with them) and for the most part accepts the eye drops, but the cone has taken a bit of getting use to. After a few hours he has successfully figured out how to get on and off the couch, but we’re still carrying him up and down the stairs as we’re afraid he’ll get halfway down and take a tumble. He still hasn’t quite realized how big it is, and keeps bumping into walls, doors, Honey, the back of my legs ….

As someone who bruises easily, I hope that he adjusts soon.