CONFESSIONS OF A CONEHEAD!
Finishing my conehead imprisonment after my newtering. I don’t feel new?

Tomorrow at high noon, like in some Western film my cone will be removed!
Yippee!!
I was about to say imagine if you had a cone on your head like me! But you are human so how could you understand.
With a cone I had trouble reaching both food and water bowl. I had to be hand fed my kibble and a small bowl of water had to be lifted to my snout in my cone to quench my thirst. I lost my feeding independence. Too much mushed kibble sticks to my snout.
I kept bumping into everything.
It’s beginning to smell mighty bad even when the cone is cleaned with wipes.
I couldn’t puppy fight for fear my cone would hurt my playmate let alone bust a stitch.
But I loved scooping up the snow in it or my stuffies and flip them into the air. Given Toronto’s dismal job in snow removal I could have been a snow plow with that cone.
Yeah it is all for my own good. Isn’t puppyhood full of contradictions? Good riddance cone.
