Today Dave lost his manhood, but more than that, he lost a little bit of his dignity. Since I promised Dave I wouldn't show the other dogs, please have your four legged friends avert their eyes from the screen for the moment.
And behold, The Cone of Shame:
Okay, it's actually called an Elizabethan collar (E-collar for short). But I'm pretty sure dogs use words to describe it that none of our grandmothers would like to hear us say, so we'll leave it at that. It's to keep him from licking or biting at the incision from his neutering to help make sure he won't get an infection. Dave is still pretty drugged up right now, as evidenced by his tongue's attempted escape from his mouth.
After some pain meds, a little dinner and a good night's sleep he'll be feeling much better by tomorrow. He'll get the hang of walking around with this contraption on his head pretty soon, too. Until then I'll just have to stifle my giggles when he gets stuck going around corners or sniffing the floor.
Get well soon, Dave!