Apparently Cocoa’s official name includes ’85 Percent’, which makes him my kind of dog. He’s a maybe-full-lab, maybe-mix puppy, 5 months old, and did not seem the least bit bothered by his cone of shame, donned because of a little eye infection that should be about cleared up by now.
Cocoa did not let the cone keep him from going after anything edible (and most things non-) on the ground nearby.
I sat near Cocoa for, what, an hour or so? In that time, the only times he didn’t look this happy were when he looked happier.