Dreaming of my conehead

Well, my trip to the V-E-T on Friday was actually easy. No things up my bottom, no poking, no needles. Just a nice lady who looked at my tummy and then gave me a biscuit. 

The bad thing was she said I had to keep wearing the cone of shame for another six days, but if I was good then my owner could take it off for short periods. 

So today I've been on a long walk, without my cone and now I'm feeling a bit sleepy. When will I get my conehead back?

In other news, I've only been given two bowls of food today. OK, they were bigger than I normally get, but missing the bowl in the middle of the day was a bit unsettling.