POW #22 the "We Come From France" edition

Our poor little dude was sporting a conehead all week and it's all our fault. They took a little lump off his eye while he was under anesthesia for teeth cleaning anyway (just to REALLY make sure he hates the vet with all of his little white furry guts). To make sure he didn't get at the stitches, he had to wear the cone AKA the Bane of our little guy's existence. It's so pitifully adorable how immobile he becomes whenever the cone goes on - he just freezes and then makes little spazzy movements around the house invariably running into walls and tables further perpetuating his hatred of the cone.

He's all better now - cone is off and this week has been much less of a Bichon SUCKFEST, but I just had to post a cute little pic of Galileo in misery. He's perched up on his couch watching the world go by (notice I say "his", I've finally surrendered our custom made fancy-pants couch to He Who Sits On The Cushions And Makes Them Droopy). His face says it all: rescue me!!