Whenever you think your life is bad, be thankful that you don’t have to walk around with one of these on your head.
I took Huey to the vet yesterday for really bad irritation on his tail. Not only did they shave his tail, but they made him wear the cone of shame.
Also known as doggie hell.
The e-collar, as it is called, makes everything he does difficult. He struggles to eat and drink, and get’s stuck between furniture. But looking at him I can’t help but laugh. He has no idea how ridiculous he looks. All he knows is that he can’t get the cereal I dropped on the floor.
I think he blames me for the cone of shame. He’s not happy with me. You can see it in his eyes.