I drove to North Judson yesterday to visit my friend, Dave. What I found when I arrived was, to say the least, troubling. Dave’s dog, Peyton is forced to wear a Cone because of a resent surgery. For you animal lovers, this is nothing new. A dog will tend to lick and bite at their stitches and surgical wounds. It’s a natural instinct. The Cone prevents them from reaching the wound and keeps them from getting infection. It’s as if the wound wasn’t there in the first place.
But I thought about this canine-mounted satellite dish all the way home. How many times would I have benefited from a Cone of my own? Not for surgical scars but for wounds that fester in my heart and mind! The Cone would come in handy in so many situations. Imagine: Do you have a dark thought, boiling in your mind and heart? Slip on the cone and that thought disappears from view. Do you hold a grudge that just eats away at you? There’s a Cone for that. Anger and pride? The Cone is the Answer! Jealousy and hate? One Cone around your neck and all the world is at peace.
It might not be a very practical idea but I would pay any amount of money to have the freedom from worry, the liberation from distraction. I might swing by the vet’s today and see if they could spare a Cone.