The dog had a minor surgical moment on Sunday. Nothing major, a removal of a growth, all is good.
Because we are afraid of the cone of shame…. We wear a tshirt, and we dont like it. At all.
Today he disliked it a little less. Please note the butt placement on the photos. He’s not sitting on the sofa, but sitting on the ARM of the sofa, or on the pillow, silly dog.
Oh well. He sports a t-shirt for the next week or so, and then gets his stitches out and is free again.
And no, he only sports the t-shirt in the privacy of home. When I walk him, he wears his black fur suit, you know – the one he was born with.