Davy the Clever
Yesterday, Davy greeted me at the door in the morning, grinning with doggy-glee. He had escaped his Elizabethan collar overnight. He had been wearing the thing since his little surgical adventure last Friday, this plastic cone that prevents a pet from doing itself damage, licking at the sutures. Since he was not doing that, I didn't put the collar back on him. Later in the evening, I showed it to him, as if it was time to put it back on. He wasn't interested in that, but thought it was an... Sign in to see full entry.