White Dog will go for hours resigned to wearing the cone but then some trigger turns her into a whirlwind as she bucks around pulling at the collar trying to dislodge it from around her head. At those moments, eyes shooting rage, White Dog's anger seems personally directed at me.
Later, she'll lay belly-up and forgive me as long as I keep rubbing her stubby shaved skin and scratching her ears.
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