So my life just keeps getting weirders and weirders but now it's BETTER than before because I got rid of the stupid cone of shame and gots this: my new inner tube. Now I has to wonder if Mommy has lost all her marbles just like Dr. G. I mean, Mommy! It's not time to go to the beach and play with my inner tube in the waters! (that is what we do with inner tubes, right?)
But it's okay. Better than okay because this new inner tubey feels much better. My neck was all red and sore from the cone. This is much cozier. I wants to thank my friends over at Southern Fried Pugs for telling Mommy about this tubey.
But I still say I'm not going to the beach. Unless it's in Aruba.