My poor Buster had some surgery last week. To be specific, he suffered the "most unkindest cut of all." (My male readers have just crossed their legs unconsciously...) [No, he wasn't neutered before. I adopted him as an adult, so it wasn't going to change his behavior which was fine anyway, and since he never goes outside off his leash I knew he wasn't fathering any puppies. I just never got around to it. But he has these little tumors that the vet thinks are testosterone sensitive, so removing the testosterone may make them shrink. I hope it works!]
Anyway, the silver lining here is Buster's increased entertainment value. Or as I now call him, "Conehead". Here he is in his Henry XIII outfit:
It wasn't so funny the first night though. He wasn't very good at maneuvering with the collar on yet, so the whole night went like this:
Soft sleeping sounds from the bed.
*THUD* from Buster ramming his collar into the door frame.
"Buster! Shut up and lie down!" from the bed.
More sleep sounds.
*THUD* - this time he's whacked into the wall itself.
Wailing. "Buster! Settle!" Sound of pillow and blanket being pulled over head.
Repeat until dawn.
What I find impressive is his ingenuity - he managed to come down with the Cone of Silence directly over his food bowl so he could eat!