After the vet

Yesterday Shirley sat next to me at the Vet's Office for 90 minutes shaking the entire time. Luckily he removed the bandages for good. On the way home she was all smiles. An hour later the cone came off.

Dang

The Cone is back.

Last Friday

The Boy was waiting for The Goof to come home from the vet.

Everyone was surprised to see a bandaged and coned Shirley.
She looked like an old time photo of a World War I soldier.

Amphibian Nemesis

Little does she know what lurks in the furniture.

Last Hour for the Cone of Shame.

Jammed In.

She makes a pillow out of the corner of the rug then backs up to an air conditioned vent.

Mayhem Ensued

Inspecting the Planet 14" in Diameter at a Time.

93 degrees outside

The Wild Child finds a cool spot.

Helen Keller takes a nap.