|A tired Moe and his little nub|
When we went to pick him up at the vet, the technician sat with us for about fifteen minutes to go over all of his medications and care for his wound. After explaining everything, she went back to go get him. Moe and his giant cone burst through the door, flailing everywhere and dragging the poor little technician behind him. While she was doubled over with both hands on the leash trying to hold onto him, he had already managed to lose his bandage. So after a quick greeting, the technician picked the bandage up off the floor and took Moe back for bandaging round two. When he came flailing through the door the second time, she was holding the cone - she suggested that maybe one of us sit in the back of the car with him to prevent him from licking his tail - and she told us to feel free to call in fifteen minutes when the bandage came off again.
|A very sleepy Moe snuggling his very sleepy Daddy snuggling his very adept, contortionist photographer wife on our very small couch|
|Banging his cone into the door|
|This morning, pouting.|