last night i left the spare cone on a shelf in the hallway. ralph was wearing the not so battered one.
got up this moring and dd1 one says 'why has he got two cones on?'
'he hasnt'
'yes he has, have a look'
yup, silly dog had somehow got the spare cone down, must've shoved his head through the second cone and popped it on.
the dog is a serious fruitloop.