In high school I was chosen to be Queen Elizabeth I for a week, during our Elizabethan Festival.
After having worn the elaborate Elizabethan collar, a corset, and the fanny pad (can't think of the name for that) along with all of the other under-garments...I think I'd rather wear one of those cones the poor wee babies get at the vet's office. *LOL*
Imagine them calling those things that, though. *chuckling*
I honestly think my vet just calls them "cones". In fact...when my mother's dog had to wear one...he fondly called her "Ms. Conehead".