Poor Josie. She and pollen are not the best of friends. And yesterday, after scratching off the fur over her eye, the vet decided to style Josie in what can only be called the cone of shame. Apparently she put up quite a fight and bolted out of the room like a bucking bronco. She only has to wear it for three days, but she is clearly mortified. I suppose it doesn't help that I've taken to calling her a cone head huh? I adore my dog. And I feel kinda bad for her. But she looks so funny I can't help but giggle a little.
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