A Christmas tree or two, the trimmins and missy-laneous different stuff round the house is good fun and feel good... un-the-less you are the Bleu, aka NBDB (nervous break down boy)!
We find out that he cannot handle so many decorations and change and chaos... on a counta he chew BIG hotspot into heself while the Mom at work today! [I mighta help him just little bit but I promise it was not the me who start it]!
I feel bad for Sweet Boy, but he keep showin the Mom he cannot be trusted... so... cone 24x7, pretty much.
When I see the cone comin out, I immediately assume it is for the me... and I dive and frow my head to the floor in the most inconvenient corner... as it is near impossible to scoop me up in that situation.
The Bleu, he will sometime trot away from the sight of the cone... but he congenial nature get the best of him... and he willingly push he head into it!
I have spent much time in the cone, so I understand and do not wish it upon the Sweet Bleu... but much better the him than the me. Just sayin.