Poor bucket head. Mr Darcy has been chewing on his front left foot. I'm not sure if it's nervous habit or a skin irritation.
Either way, it's off to The Vet for a prescription of antibiotics and cortisone cream, and a bucket for his head.
"Take it off, Dad. It's not fun. The joke is over."
Sorry kiddo, but your foot is covered in cortisone cream and you'll just lick it off.
Time for sleep, kiddies.
"How, Dad ? With this thing on my head ?"
Poor boy. Just for a day or two.
Si the DogBlogger.