Cone dog
Joan is threatening me ... she says if I don't stop rubbing my nose with my paw (and thus, scraping off the developing scab) ... that I'm gonna become a cone dog. And that's not a coon dog who has a great sense of smell ... but a cone dog where I have to wear a big cone on me.
That happened before when I was bitten by the poodles. NOT GOOD.
Luckily then, Joan figured out how to use a t-shirt instead but there's no other good way to cover up my nose! In fact, I'm not sure the cone would actually prevent me from rubbing. I bet I could get a nice paw up and in there!