Emerson: *crashes into doorway* OOF. *backs up* *crashes into doorway again* UGH. *backs up* *successfully walks through doorway* YAY! I finally made it into the bedroom with you! How long do I have to wear the Cone of Shame?
Me: Until you get your stitches out. The vet said around another week or so. Excuse me, I need to go get a drink of water.
Emerson: I’ll come with you. *crashes into doorway* *facepaw*
**Original post from July 12, 2011
Background information: this was written shortly after Emerson had his second surgery to re-stitch his elbow after he had a tumor removed. This is what he looked like: