Cone of Shame - Human version

A few of you guys were asking: "Sonic, when your humans got lasered by the Uffos, did they have to wear a cone of shame to stop them from scratching? You know, like how we have to?"

Well the answer is yes and no. Yes, they had to wear a Cone of Shame, but no, it was different from ours. Check it out:

Pops and his version of the Cone of Shame

Momma has to wear one too, but she said that if I put her her picture, she would have me "snipped". I'm not sure what that means, but it sounds really scary.

Also, check out this dog blog list I saw on the Thundering Herd's blog!

Quick recap of the past week

I can't believe it's been over a week since I last blogged! My nasty Pops has been so busy with things that he's refused to help me blog. I've angrily left Golden Offerings under his desk a few times to show my disgust with him, but it just makes him angrier. Hiew hiew!

Well, at least I'm able to get on now and fill you guys in on what's been going on. Last week, my Humans played a trick on me and took me to the vet! Apparently it wasn't enough that they stuck me in the Cone of Shame, but they had to bring me to the vet as well.

Oh no! Not the vet!

On the bright side, there wasn't really all too much discomfort at the vet. They stuck some fluffy sticks in my ears to check, but there was also a metal pokey stick into the skin on my back. That kinda stung a bit. You know, like when your poopy is a bit stubborn.

I also saw a card on the wall, and it looked a lot like my friend Tanuki Maxx! Hey Maxx, is this you?

Is that Tanuki Maxx?

On August 9, it was National Day in Singapore, which pretty much means it's our country's bark day. We celebrated the weekend holiday by going over to great grandma's place. Knuckles and Tails were there too, and we played together a lot. I celebrated by wearing my red collar and leash (white and red are Singapore's national colors). Though as the Beagle from down the road pointed out, it's really quite ironic to be celebrating a day of independence with a collar and leash. I'll have to talk to my Humans about that next year.

Then there was this time when Momma and Pops were alone at home, and my grandparents were out of the house. So Momma and Pops tried to play kissy-face and wrestle on the couch. But you know what? It's MY couch. So I chased them away and reclaimed my couch! Pops called me a "clock broker" or something. I have no idea what he means though.

This is MY couch!

Oh, and while Pops might be a total slacker when it comes to my blog, he's at least helped me start a Twitter account! So now you guys on Twitter can follow all my silliness at twitter.com/sonicthedoggy

Hope to see you on Twitter soon!

The Cone of Shame

Recently, I got this scratch behind my ear, and it got kinda itchy. So I did the obvious thing and scratched it some more with my paw. I'm not sure why, but it got worse! Then it started bleeding, and got really uncomfortable. The more I scratched, the worse it got!

So Momma put some weird cream stuff on it to help it get better, but I knew how to instantly make the itch go away by scratching it. Momma got really upset, and then she put the Cone of Shame on me!

I've never seen the Cone of Shame before, but when she took it out I instantly felt its power and I cowered. I was so scared. I've never been that scared before. I mean, it was scarier than a thousand dobermans!

"Momma please! I promise I won't do
whatever I did wrong again!"

Momma had trouble putting it on me because I was so strong and fast, so she had to get Pops to help her. Every time they put it on, I squirmed my way out of it, until Momma tied it to my collar and finally I was captured by the Cone of Shame.

So I did the only thing I could at that point - I panicked. I just stood there and shook. I couldn't bring myself to move, because it was like I was held it some kinda fear shield. I felt so trapped... every time I moved, I bumped into something because I couldn't see around me. When my Humans took me outside to pee (they had to carry me up and down the stairs because I couldn't walk the stairs myself), I couldn't do it. I just froze out there. They had to take off the Cone before I could pee.

After the garden, they put it back on and I returned to my frozen, panicked state. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't even bring myself to lie or sit down. Pops stayed up with me for a while, hoping that I would fall asleep but I couldn't. Later on, Momma felt so bad for me that she took the Cone off. And it was only then that I could bring myself to fall asleep.

But I still had nightmares about the Cone of Shame that night...