Toby got hurt at the dog park this weekend and Dad has to take him to the V-E-T today. I don’t like it when they don’t go without me.
Mom said he was going to be OK–he just had a place on his leg where another dog played too rough and bit him. I saw him licking and licking this spot–I wonder if that’s where it was? When he came home I was waiting!
“Toby, are you OK? I was worried. I HATE it when you go without me!”
Then, Mom put this THING on his head.
Let me tell you, I wasn’t happy about this! I’ve never seen anything so AWFUL. They’d better not put one on me!!
Toby didn’t seem to care, but I did.
He told me “It’s OK, Sage. Sometimes our hu-mans want to parade us around in silly costumes and sometimes we have to wear the CONE OF SHAME. When you get as old as I am, you’ll have probably worn it a few times too.”
My Toby is so smart. He always knows how to make me feel better.
Oh, wait! Did he say I might have to wear one too sometime? I don’t think so…..
I don’t care what they say!!