The Cone

So one day, I was just minding my own business and out of nowhere I'm taken against my will to THE VET. I'm not a big fan of the vet. Usually they poke me and prod me but that was nothing compared to this. Daddy left me there by myself. The next thing I know I’m laying in a cage with a giant plastic thing on my head. I'm not sure what happened. Because of this giant cone hat, I can no longer lick my boy parts. Which, now that I think about it, were kind of sore. I found it very difficult to maneuver around my kennel without bumping into the sides and knocking the water bottle out. I also ran into a few corners. However, after about a week I was free!