Well, I think I'm giving new meaning to the term "going bonkers."
I tried to jump on Mom's lap with my E. collar on -- and bonked her on the chin (no surgery needed, though).
I wanted to snooze in my brother's crate and bonked both sides while getting in.
I wanted to press my nose against the window to see what was happening outside, and discovered that my nose couldn't get there, 'cause my collar bonked the glass.
Still I'm doing fine. My wound is healing. My "smooth fox terrier" side gives me an interesting look. I get to spend time on laps without my collar. I get to eat a mound of peanut butter twice a day from Mom's hand. (She thinks she's fooling me with the pills inside, so I just go along with the scam.) I've recalibrated my precision jumps to allow for the collar. And -- really important -- I get to go outside to do my business without my collar so that I can find the right spot to lift my leg or do one of my three-point specialties.
Mom is very nervous today, as she is trying to work while keeping an eye on both of us so nothing from the outside gets us too excited.
Perhaps she is the one now going bonkers!!!
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