This week, Finnegan got neutered. He spent one day lulling us into a false sense of security, and then went for his stitches like a kid after a bubblegum flavoured ice cream cone.
We tried EVERYTHING. (Except one guy online who suggested building a brace out of PVC pipes... but that did have some good points). We tried the cone of shame. We tried putting pants on him. We tried just stopping him when he went to lick. We tried keeping him quiet (HAHAHAH. Fail.)