Oli's (And Mine) Cone Of Shame

Oli did not like the cone of shame. Neither did I. After listening to him whimper sadly and then seeing him sit, refusing to move, when taken outside for a bathroom break, I removed that blasted cone - at least temporarily. Once it was off, though, I could never get it to stay back on around poor Oli's neck. The flimsy plastic with its plastic tie that weaves through thin slits was like playing with a defective Rubik's Cube. It is a puzzle that is set up to be unsolvable. So, the cone of shame received its own place of shame - the trashcan.