So I've been letting Murphy have his cone off when he's with me or where I can watch him. He's only got a week to go and he's been doing well.
But this morning, I left him out on the deck with a new bone and no cone, only to check on him a few minutes later and catch him red-handed (red-pawed?) going at his stitches with his teeth.
Now he's enconed again, and he's sad. If the picture had audio, you'd hear him whining.
Murphy, I like you a lot, but if you rip those stitches out again, I will shoot you. Just FYI.