After I got busy on a bite on my behind and chewed it raw, my momma and the big guy said I had to wear a cone but they like to come up with at-home solutions.
So after a few prototypes this is a very tricky little contraption they came up with to keep me away from my own butt.
And then to top off the humiliation they laughed at me.
Actually, it didn't really bother me that much. I can still drink and eat and lay around and bug Kacy and they know how I am smarter than most dogs and have figured out how to back out of this.