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Howard, my yellow lab, is filling out my love seat, enjoying a break from the Cone of Shame. A wee nap, a respite from his Cone of Shame.

See, Howard has become a licker. Carpets, blankets, upholstery. And enthusiastically and violently, his own skin and fur. He licked his right rear leg raw. Now, he’s imprisoned by his personal plastic head jail.

Does he have a skin allergy? No. Fleas? Uh-uh. He’s got the dog equivalent of biting your nails, but the canine version is more expensive to remedy. $80 in meds. The several sizes of Cones of Shame. What I wouldn’t do for this dog.