Boomer’s finding out what it feels like to get chewed on. Casper is a chewer. Whether it’s a pot he dumped over so he could chew on the roots, or Boomer’s ears, he’ll chew it. Boomer, of course, is a notorious chewer of Coco’s tail, so I just laugh when Casper chews on his ears. I’m not so excited about dumping over pots or pulling the cord out of the phone or running off with my shoes.
I grabbed some holey socks.
Rolled one up and stuck it down in the toe of the other one.
Voila, your standard sock chew toy.
Which beats paying for a chew toy. Puppies are like toddlers–they’d rather have a cardboard box–or a pair of holey socks–than a toy from the store. Casper went right to town on this one. (Look at that tongue!)
His own pair of socks! He’d always wanted his own pair of socks!
It was his new best friend.
The light of his life.
His dearest love.
His life is now complete.
At least until he loses it.