Not really, the orphanage took care of that, but it’s still uncomfortable sitting next to Sparky on the couch, trying to watch a show, while he is lapping at his undercarriage. 

All that belly slurping can’t be good for his sutures.  When I first got Sparky, he came with a cone of shame.  I intended to keep it, but apparently didn’t.  My truck hasn’t been fixed yet, so I couldn’t pick up a cone.  I made one for Sparky.

I needed material that was light and stiff.  All I could come up with is X-rays from many decades ago. 

The edges of the film might chafe, so I wrapped them in camo duct tape.  I had some Velcro to fasten the cone.