Poor Mr. Poo. He was attacked by an off-leash dog yesterday and I took him to the vet because his eye looked a little injured. Now he has to wear the cone of shame for two days. The cone has turned him into an entirely new dog – he has no peripheral vision so he doesn’t zigzag when he walks, and the cone gets in the way of his sniffing things so he doesn’t pee on every tree we pass.
But I did put peanut butter on the inside of his cone, which has provided both of us with hours of entertainment.