The Cone of Shame

See…in this picture I am a SMOOTH coat….sort of…I’m really a ROUGH coat who just got a haircut.  And you’re wondering…what’s with the CONE?  I walked into some thorn bushes last spring, scratched my eyebrow.  My Dad didn’t even know I scratched myself.  But it started to bother me.  I would rub my eyebrow on the sheets, in bed next to my Dad.  He said it started to look like a murder scene.  Off to the vet – they really like me there, everybody knows my name – for some salve and THE CONE OF SHAME.  All better now, but I still have a scar…manly and masculine!002

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