Cache's Law

People don't understand why this monster shortens my life everyday. I was hoping this picture might illustrate my point. About a week ago, Cache lost a battle with a barbed wire fence. We had to put an Elizabethan Collar on him to keep him from making his gash on his leg bigger then he already had (he had already enlarged it from about a size of a dime to a size of a quarter). As of Wednesday, this was a BRAND. NEW. COLLAR. Every white mark on that plastic is from where he has ran into the wall or the doorway or our legs. Notice the duct tape. And the missing section from the top of the collar. And my favorite part is the zip tie holding the collar on his head.

This week I have an appointment with the vet that is trying to find out a solution to his ACL issue in his back knee. She is the same one that has never seen a dog tear out the sutures and reverse the surgery before. She just didn't seem to believe me when I told her what kind of idiot my dog is. I can not WAIT to walk into the vet's office with this collar on his head....that is, if it lasts that long.