all i was doing was wiping his slimey food spills out of the inside of his cone. luckily he didn't draw blood this time around but fer chrissakes odie, i can't let you live in a dirty, slimy cone..could you please just get over yourself and at least try to grow a brain???
i am starting him on anti-anxiety meds to try to smooth his trigger happy over reactive paranoia out..he can go back to bat shit crazy if he wants in a couple of weeks.