Loki con su cuello isabelino.

As the chap refused to wear the plastic cone supplied by the vet, and was in danger of opening up his wounds with his strong teeth, we got a blow-up version from Mr. Amazon. It lasted just long enough for me to take this hurried photo. After bouncing off the furniture and doing a bucking bronco impression, it was soon off and dangling off his collar like a necktie. Given up on the protective gadgets now and just applying iodine twice a day to ward off any infection. A check up today with the vet confirmed that one of the wounds was missing a few stitches, and another antibiotic injection was given, as well as his usual handful of treats for being a good boy. Little did she know...