Biggles is feeling a bit hindered after his operation, so I don't want to poke fun at the poor fellow.
However, I couldn't help being struck by the similarity between his anti-nibbling protection and my bedside lamp.
I first heard of these protectors when I was a child - an Enid Blyton story described how Timmy the dog needed to wear one for a while, and his owner, George, got so upset by people laughing at him that she stormed off in a huff to her island, taking Timmy with her.
Biggles is getting a bit tired of this collar, I think. He wants to count his blessings, so to speak... but can't.