Can't "Go To Bed", Cone Won't Let Me.

Mister Brown has a little nick on his wrist that he wouldn't stop licking the scab off so we had to "cone him" but rather than complain about it he's quite happy to wear it and then use it for an excuse for more spoiling, like not going straight to bed when told but "getting stuck" in doorways that I then have to come & guide him through. Funny thing is, he never "gets stuck" in indoor ways when it's somewhere he wants to go, like welcoming a family member home when he hears the car pull into the street.