Bucky hates the cone. I hate the cone. We all hate the cone.
Poor thing keeps running into stuff with it. It catches on the grass in the yard when he sniffs around to do his business. It hits trees and shrubs.
It gets wet when he drinks, a little dirty when he eats. It makes it hard for him to turn around in his crate.
It's just a pain in the ass. But better than what would happen if he starts licking his bandages and all.
But we all hate the cone. Only 8 days to go.
