Sailor here.
I am in a cone. The Cone of Shame.
Mom found a hot spot on my hip. She clipped it and treated it and told me not to lick. I couldn't. I couldn't not lick.
So now I am bashing my way through the house, wondering how to get a drink of water when Mom isn't here to help me.
Bah humbug.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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