Seven years with Toby, nothing. Seven months with Maddux, my first personal experience with the “cone of shame.”
He wasn’t acting right last night and this morning, so I ran him to vet early this morning and while he was there he started fussing with the stitches. So, to play it safe, the vet decided to put a cone on him.
This is horrible, but I couldn’t stop laughing because the look on his face was just too hilarious.
I’m glad it’s clear because at least he can still see things around him, which I really like.