Diaspora!

Poor my dog. He has a cut that he won't leave alone and has to wear a big plastic collar that makes him look like he stuck his head into a megaphone or satellite dish. It's probably pretty loud in there. The vet said she'd seen a dog one time refuse to contract a muscle if he was wearing the collar -- he just laid there, limp, for a whole day. Others have pitched fits that lasted for hours. StinkDog, though, has very much a martyr mentality, and we were pretty sure he'd handle it okay. We were right that he wouldn't fight it too much, but we understimated the power of StinkDog's pathos.


He's SO SAD. Doleful eyes, posture, movements. It's like he's a basset hound all of a sudden. Poor, poor StinkDog.


We're past the 24 hour mark.