Glad she is home again, those cones are a pain aren't they? We once had a dog that had one and the cats used to hide behind it and put their paws round and slap him. Then he stripped wallpaper with it, got it stuck up my skirt, beheaded a row of flowers and eventually refused to set foot outside whilst wearing it. He did more damage rubbing his wound with the edge of the blasted thing than he ever would have licking it. So despite protestations from the vet (who was, at the time, my daughter's boyfriend) off it came and he never looked back.
