Sir Troy or the Flower-Headed Dog?

Our dog Troy, a handsome black-and-white springer spaniel, got neutered a couple of days ago. Now he runs around the house with a satellite dish on his head in the form of an Elizabethan collar. He generally looks like an extraterrestrial canine but each member of the family sees a different thing in him. According to our son, Troy looks like a Wild, Wild West movie character (very much like Will Smith’s one, running through the corn fileds with the magnet collar around his neck…) but our daughter finds a resemblance to a flower-head character from, say, a first-grade school program. My husband and I see him in a more Renaissance light – he looks regal to us.

Troy is looking like a gigantic flower as he tries to keep his balance racing around with this whole construction overpowering him. He is a fast learner and a survivor, I should say. It took him just a couple of hours not only to recover from all post-anesthesia effects but also to smooth it out how run with that huge e-collar on. He simply found out that all he needed to do is just face the sky and run as fast as he could in order not to step on that plastic reminder of Britain’s glorious times.

By the way, the Elizabethan look suits him really well – if you had not known his early life as Troy, the merry Springer Spaniel, he could be mistaken now for Sir Troy, Earl of Shrewsbury, or something-sounding-as-elaborate-as-this-one….

I have thought of the idea of drawing some flower petals on his collar in order to make him look less noble and more cheerful but I have concerns how canine-friendly the paints might be in the long run. They might be not, so we prefer to keep it on the safer side and keep a Sir-Walter-Raleigh-look-alike creature at home instead.

Sir Troy finds it a bit trickier now to go through narrower passages, like between the couch and the coffee table or around the kitchen island with the fridge door being open. Well, those careless times before he became so mercilessly castrated and viciously turned into an Elizabethan character are indeed “forlorn”.

Now he is confined to moving faster only at spots giving him an opening of at least two feet. Try to snug under a glass kitchen table featuring complicated cast-iron structure – not much of an option for fun, eh? No 16th century British guy could have done it "fully clad" either, no matter knight or not. Fashion takes its toll, this is a fact.

So, for another whole week ahead, we still have time to enjoy this strange accessory of his and to decide whether we are actually taking care of a nobility representative, or a of a four-legged flower-head clown.

All these look-concerns are meant in fact to distract us (maybe him as well?), from the sad, sad, sad fact that he has actually been deprived of his masculinity…. I find that barbaric act profoundly depressing, although I would like to trust the vets for all medical pros of that procedure. But that all is another story. Now it is his looks that are standing in the limelight.

So, let us look on the bright side of things. Balls or no balls, hats off to you and your regal looks, Sir Troy!