Now, I understand there can be some confusion on what a collar is. So, let me clear this up once and for all!
These are collars...
Some, you may see are a little too small for my now 64.2 pound self. The top one is the very first collar I ever had! This is the collar I first came to my human in. Now, I don't think I could even get it to wrap around my nose. I hear we are sending some of these over to New Mexico to Apache's Tribe! Orrrr, we are donating them to others who have smaller necks than mine. Sadly, I didn't even get to wear some of them for I am Mr. T-Bone Beasley the Overnight Grower!!! Ahem...okay so moving on...
Now, this is not a collar...
That thing is called an E-Collar, or an Elizabethan Collar, or as I prefer...The Cone From Hell. My thoughts bounce around in that cone, so does my slobber, water, and food.
It is so difficult to play with toys, but I make it work!
Mostly, it's a lot easier to just sleep through having to deal with the Cone From Hell.
At first my human didn't make me wear it 'cause I was really good about not licking the stitches from the New-Turd and my scrotal ablation. Ugh...but now I feel the need to clean my wound and the human won't let me! She denies access to my once marbled area by velcro-ing that "collar" around my head!
Every now and then she takes it off when I snuggle her on the bed or couch. It's like bribery. She says it's because she can watch me to make sure I don't lick myself, but I think it's because I make her feel bad.
This is Mr. T-Bone Beasley signing out and reminding you all to lick yourself whenever you please! Just watch out for the Cone From Hell!
Mr. T-Bone Beasley