Well...Carol suggested the title....
Today I was taking Copper down to the lower meadow so he would quit woodelling long enough for me to do a few chores without getting a migraine. Copper is one of the few dogs at Saints who is not allowed off leash in the meadow - he has managed to find his way through the fence somewhere, and is the world's most incorrigible runaway. He would love to be able to run free, and we would love to accomodate him.
So today, we're out by the barn heading to the meadow and I stop to speak to Carol who is unloading bales of hay from her van. Carol has the brilliant idea of putting a "cone" on Copper's head so he will be able to run free yet be too wide to fit through the holes he has located in the wire fence. She just happened to have one in the van so it was fait accompli - Copper in a Cone.
Well, Copper was Copper.....actually he deserved an Oscar for best comedic actor. First he just sat there, ears askew in the cone, tongue hanging out, eyes sparkling, big grin....as if to say..."Oh, is this a new game? Now what? Huh, huh, huh????" And he sat there, and sat there....looking at us with that goofy grin. So I started to run and call him and he moved - sort of - the first step made the bottom of the cone hit the dirt, and dear funny Copper went into a full-fledged impression of one of those mechanical bulls. Unlike most dogs who will rub it along the ground or walk around going bonk-hop-bonk-hop-bonk, Copper had one of two strategies - either buck around in the hopes that it just might come off, or sit completely still and look happy and wait to see how the game works. Walking, running free, or doing any normal doggy things that dogs do with cones on their heads, was not part of his plan.
He gave us a good laugh....and finally got what he wanted in the first place which was a walk in the meadow on the flexi-leash, sans cone.
But I'm plotting.....I brought the thing home and I'm waiting for a moment of inspiration to figure out how to make a flat wide clown collar (Carol wants me to make it like a daisy!) that will stand out from his neck without blocking his vision or interfering with his forward motion. Accomodation is the name of the game, Copper. We'll accomodate your need for freedom if you'll agree to look like a daisy.
And if you still manage to escape from the meadow and send me wandering all over the neighbourhood looking for you, we'll be changing the first B in the title to another letter.