It’s hardly groundbreaking news for anyone who owns a puppy (or is owned by one), but they have sharp teeth.
They chew rocks, and twigs, and the skulls of things they dig up in the garden. Their beds and blankets. Empty packets and bottles they find in the recycling bin.
And those sharp teeth work just as well on your arms and fingers, feet and toes. Plus your nose if it gets too close.
If the chewing is not enough, they bring their finds into the house where they can shred them in comfort.
Requiring a never ending cycle of vacuuming.
As if I don’t have anything better to do.
And there’s still four months of teething to go…
This photo of Pretty Girl by me!
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