Determined boy

Hind legs be damned! They are not going to stop Hinckley from getting to wherever his momma is.

I left him in the family room, resting comfortably after his dinner, and went to take a shower.  I take my first step out of the shower and almost step … right on Hinckley!  My determined momma’s boy.  This trek was probably 35 feet, with a few plants and doorways to navigate.

 He has the will and will make a way to end up where I am, even if he has to drag himself to get there.  Adding another degree of difficulty to his current mobility situation, is the fact he has to wear an annoying and unwieldy and so-not-cool, cone* on his head that bumps into everything in his path.

I’m not sure who’s attached to whom, more.

* We had to resort to this doggie embarrassment to prevent Hinckley from constantly cleaning himself. The poor guy is seriously chafed in parts that are private.   He’s asked me not to mention this to any of his (many) girlfriends.  But like all mother’s … I can’t help it!