Last week, Nice Mister put something called 'the cone of shame' on me after I went to the veterinarian place. I got real sleepy there and when I woke up, it hurt to walk and I had this crazy thing on my head. Everything seemed wrong.
I couldn't get my ears scratched like I used to and the sounds that I heard were weird. I slammed into my people's legs a lot and had a hard time eating my food. Nice Lady said I was "depressed" in this cone, but all I know was that I felt sad most of the time that it was on.
Yesterday - WOOO! - the cone came off and I could hear and see like I used to. Even better, I could push my head up against the Nice People and get my ears rubbed.
The people said I was acting much happier and showing more of my per-son-al-ity now. I jumped up on the sofa and pushed my head into Nice Lady until she started to talk sweet to me. Then, everything got fuzzy and I was as warm and happy as I've ever been in my whole life.
I am Chunk. And it feels really good to be me today.