Is there anything more annoying than a dog with that plastic cone on his head? Hunter is still totally unaware of the area required to move about with an extra wide head, even though he has worn the cone for ten days. I am tired of being nudged and poked by plastic, of it getting caught on doorways and furniture, of him knocking over Josh.

But tomorrow morning by 7:45 am, it should all change. The stitches come out. I am guessing that Hunter will be just as glad as I am. He will be able to chew his toys, scratch, and clean himself properly. Watching him try to do so now is quite comical.

In addition to his obliviousness to head size, he is in great need of a bath. His stitches require dryness. His smell requires shampoo and wetness.