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TIMEOUT | PORTRAIT SERIES

Lets be honest, if you have a dog or a cat or if you’ve even had the privilege of owning a cat or dog – most likely they have been to the vet and they’ve been banished to time out with the cone of shame. From a dog’s perspective the cone falls into the ‘items that should be banished to the depths of hell’ category, along with the vacuum, going to the vet and the mailman. The cone, unlike the previously listed items, is the only torture that lasts for a prolonged period, making a normal life infuriating and it‘s just down right embarrassing – not to mention that you can’t see anything besides what is in front of you. timeout is a series about those hardships that are associated with the cone of shame – emotionally and physically. From being a hinderance at food time, giving the cat a ‘torment handicap’, and preventing the simplest pleasure of scratching behind your ear. TIMEOUT showcases how dogs truly feel about the plastic prison that is the cone.

cone of shame project titled

cone of shame project titled
cone of shame project titled

The entire series can be viewed here

I was fortunate enough to work with two extremely talented women on this project:

Lona Walburn whom retouched the project

Natalya Zahn whom provided the illustration and typography

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[…] hardships that are associated with the cone of shame – emotionally and physically,” he writes. “From being a hinderance at food time, giving the cat a ‘torment handicap’, and […]

Michael Taub - May 5, 2015 - 9:53 pm

What a great concept and execution! Thank you.

My dog, Bear, had to endure a cone of shame this winter when he had a biopsy done on a growth. (Fortunately, it seems to have been both benign and completely encapsulated.) He hated his time in the cone. He especially hated it after he got his stitches out, and he licked the wound back open, and bought himself an extra two weeks in it. 🙁

The one frustration of his that he felt most keenly was how the cone would hinder his movement and access to places that were his: His crate, in particular was no longer his shelter and recluse, but a bitter reminder of just how careful he had to be navigating when he went anywhere. Time after time he’d try to go into his crate for some good sulking time, and I’d hear a “thump” and look over to see him standing by the doorway trying to figure out just what he’d done to deserve this abuse. (I will admit that I think he would exaggerate how difficult navigation was for him to make a point when he was being watched, but that doesn’t change the basic dynamic about it making normal things difficult.)

The other problem he’d had with the cone was what would happen when he was trying to play with a ball, and he would end up with the ball between his legs – where normally he could just bend down to pick it up. He’d bend down, the cone would encounter the ball, knock it back another foot or so, and he’d have to reposition himself, and try again. This recursion could go on until I took pity on him and grabbed the ball for him.

February was a very sad month here in Rochester.

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