Worst. Day. EVAR.

What has become of my nutsack

Why the fuck am I cone

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10 Responses to “Worst. Day. EVAR.”

  1. Halo says:

    Oh, poor tiny coned terror!

  2. J.B. says:

    And he yet lives! woot!

  3. AntMac says:

    Oh noes.

    Never mind buddy, they just get you into trouble anyway.

    The red blue eye thing looks pretty unusual, to say the least.

  4. Helen says:

    Oh the poor little possum.
    I’m sure a few extra liver treats are necessary to curtail such suffering.

  5. dorrie says:

    Hahahaha the cone of shame
    Too funny!

  6. KellyQ says:

    It’s all fun and games until someone is in a cone!
    Poor Horace! How was he after surgery? We were told not to “let” Sully run, jump, play, go upstairs, get in water….basically everything that he does every day. There was no stopping him.

  7. iasshole says:

    Oh SAME. There was one day of grogginess, which was a nice respite, then it was back to chasing Goethe every fucking where. Missed you in the clubhaus today!

  8. J.B. says:

    forgot to ask, did you opt for the Neuticles? or will you just deal with the emotional scarring later?

  9. SJ says:

    Oh MAN I asked my vet about Neuticles and he said “that’s more of a Miami Beach thing.” He had never installed them. looool

  10. KellyQ says:

    Neuticles? I am afraid to google this.