A Cone To Pick

Dear Givers Of Treats,

I AM NOT HAPPY.

I was having a lovely time visiting the vet because the lady who works there kept giving me biscuits and cuddles for being the bestest boy but then the vet lady came to get me (I think she must have been feeling left out). She wanted to touch the sore bit behind my ear which was bad enough, but then she tried to CUT MY HAIR and I wasn’t having that. Not.At.All.

She gave up but now I have to wear this silly cone which means I CANT SCRATCH MY EAR which feels funny because the Princess keeps putting wet stuff on it.

I keep bumping into things which makes me cross and The Princess makes a funny squealing noise when I walk into her legs. Especially when she hasn’t realised I’m behind her.

M