Chance’s Canine Comedy Skit.

Someone thought it would be really funny to stick this lampshade on my head. Then they pointed and started laughing at me saying, “Hey, look! It’s Conehead O’Brien!”

Actually, it’s really only been Eric who is making fun at my expense. I wish he would stop throwing biscuits in my cone, then bursting out laughing. It was only funny the first one hundred times!

As soon as I get this thing off, I think I will gnaw my other leg off, just to piss them off.

Since I have your attention, here is my one and only shot at stand up!

What do you get if you cross a sheepdog with a rose?
A collie-flower!

Who is a dog’s favorite comedian?
Growl-cho Marx!

What do you get if you cross a gun dog with a telephone?
A golden receiver!

How is a dog and a marine biologist alike?
One wags a tail and the other tags a whale.

Editor’s Note: Okay, that really was not funny. But I’m feeling so guilty about putting a lampshade on his head I felt I needed to appease him. And, honestly, it’s his fault in the first place. I did everything to not put a cone on his head. I even made him a little skirt that wrapped around his leg.

This is the same leg that he thought one day last week, “Wouldn’t it be fun to chew through the skin and see what’s inside?”

And after making this skirt, semi pant (I guess that would make it a “skort”) he waited until we fell asleep and then chewed threw it in the night. We woke up to a dog with an open wound and a swollen leg. So after all the bandages and my ingenious “skort” idea, all that was left was the dreaded cone. C’est la vie Chance. C’est la vie.