Well, Logan keeps scratching his wound every time we take the cone off just to give him a little break from it, so he's permanently on the cone.  I tried wrapping up his little head so he could go around without the huge satellite, but no such luck.  He was looking pretty pitiful, so here we are both with our sad faces on.  He's laying on his pillow in our closet. We thought he kinda' looked like one of those drummers from any civil war picture you see.... with the wrapped head wound.  We are still unsure of the cause of the wound... my mom said maybe the yard gnome finally took his rage out on Logan in the back yard, or maybe  he's just fighting back now.  Who knows!