The Joke's On Us

Do you ever get the feeling that you may be the brunt of someone's joke? 

Or as soon as you walk away, you are being laughed at? 

 Perhaps, you just have S*cKeR written across your forehead.

  Yeah, that's us right now. 

I feel like we gave the workers at the vet's office

a good laugh yesterday. 

Chuck picked Harry up from the vet after he was neutered yesterday.  

He was given all of the instructions for giving meds...

what to look for in case of complications...

and one more thing...

Told we must keep the cone on Harry for a week.

Good one!  I feel sure they laughed while watching Chuck drive away.

It's probably only needed for a couple of days at the most
but they instructed us to keep it on A WEEK.

He attempted to go out the doggie door no

 less than a hundred times last night.

When Chuck got up this morning, the cone was off

and Chuck couldn't get it back on

 because of Harry's strong desire to keep it off.

By the time Harry's
 pain meds  kicked in,

 I was up and able to get the cone back on.

It hasn't even been one day yet.

And we're all worn out.  It hasn't really slowed him down
but he is running into everything...including me, the doors, the walls. 

Yep.  This is surely a joke.