In order to adopt Mabel, she had to be fixed. We took her to our home straight from the vet, along with her cone of shame. She sported this plastic one that was too big for her for the first two days. Then she pulled it off in the middle of the night and ripped open her stitches. Ew! We ended up having to get a smaller blue cone for the remainder of her sentence, and wrapped gauze around her like a diaper. Continue reading Throwback Thursday: Cone of Shame