It has come time for Roscoe to lose his manly parts and today was D-day for him. Doesn't he look so sad and depressed in this picture? Look at that sweet little furry face, poor guy. He has to wear this cone for a week and Miah loves it and keeps calling it Roscoe's hat. You can tell by the way he walks around the house with his head down, running into walls and such because his peripheral vision is gone that he's totally humiliated.