My bride picked this dog, Quincy, four years ago. Picked it because it was handsome and cute hiding from the other pups. She picked the runt of the litter. What we got was what she picked, a handsome English Cream Retriever that is absolutely scared of everything.
The other day he had a skin irritation, so we pulled out the cone. After his dinner we slipped the cone onto Quincy's neck and for the next half hour he sat there motionless afraid to move.
Quincy is a sweet dog and I wouldn't give him up for anything, but this made me laugh.
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