"Whoa Betty! No no no, that'll just make it worse." The lady pushed her head away and yelled to the man. Betty waited a moment out of respect, but quickly sniffed her little head back into place to resume her lick search.
"Go to the store and get a cone - shouldn't cost more than $12. Now that Betty's awake, she's going to be all over that thing, and we can't watch her all night." The woman handed a $20 bill to the man, who was putting on his coat and heading out the door.
When he returned, the man put a plastic-smelling sheet curled around Betty's neck. It was secured with plastic snaps and smelled new and awful. Betty tried to get down off of the couch, but whenever she looked down, the cone caught on the couch cushion. The children cooed and petted her but no amount of attention made up for how very very uncomfortable this ridiculousness was. She tried to walk around and sniff, but the cone kept catching on table legs and tennis shoes. Betty sat down on the floor, not quite sure what to do.
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