E-Collar

Or Elizabeth Collar.... how I hate that thing! My M calls it the lampshade. I can't eat, I can't drink and I can't even see properly with that darn thing around my neck. Worse thing is, my drool collects on the plastic and I end up with a wet chin.

I run and hide everytime I see the lampshade coming, but there's not enough hiding places in the house for a big dog like me! Whoever invented that accursed lampshade shall be cursed to live in one for the next 100 years!