Woe is Me

I was trying to send my GPS position with my last post when the Vet came out and snatched me. Too late for any rescue attempt.
I decided to appear very compliant and squatted on the examination bench, although it was freezing cold. Why don't they heat these things. Yet another torture instrument.
 After being felt all over in the usual intrusive manner, I was weighed on the scales in the hall.
Fortunately no dogs were in the hall, although straight after that the Vet had to leave me and rush out to see to a dog that had swallowed a sponge in the dreaded back room. What were they doing to it? I dare not think.
I forgot to mention that I have a scrape in my ear and have been working at it with my claws. So after my vaccinations, the Vet jabbed extra needles in me, hacked off my claws and put the bucket on my head.
One good thing, he told Lynettea that my weight was fine and I could continue eating as much as I wanted.
But now I can only go out into my enclosure on the lead, because she is scared of me falling off the walkway with the bucket on. And what about my grooming?
HOW LONG BEFORE IT COMES OFF?