Oh. My. Gosh!
Last night when mama came home from work I was jumping and spinning in circles like I always do when my head slammed into her leg and MY CONE FELL OFF! Me and mama and mamama stopped what we were doing and just stared at it for a second. It's strange how innocent it looks when it's not clutching my throat and making my life miserable.
That second passed and I REALLY jumped for joy! They kept saying something about waiting to see if I'd lick my stitches -- um, hello? I'm a dog. That's what I do. -- but I guess I passed whatever test they had because mama put my collar back on a little later.
Do you know what it's like running around without your identity? Not to mention a satellite dish on your head?
*runs in circles*