Not only do I have to wear this stupid cone that keeps getting in my way, but Mom keeps sticking her thumb in my mouth to pry it open. It's not fair!!
Since my hijinks stopped those dreaded pills - I now get my medicine in a syringe!! Who thought of this? My only hope is my super flexible neck. If I wiggle and thrash it enough, the pink gloopy stuff won't go in my mouth (but down my neck, on the cone, and on...). Hmmph..
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