The Kona of Shame

We recently had our precious little girl, Kona, spayed so as not to produce more pugly (hah! get it?) pups. She returned home in the cone of shame, or as we like to refer to it, the Kona of shame.

I do not like the cone of shame.

Because it makes me look like this when I eat and drink:

Nah, I'm just kiddin'. It's fine as long as I can still have treats
**Shhh** She doesn't know her lady parts are gone.

:)