a) Dogs seem to like to chew on cords, in general.
b) Our greyt doesn’t go for synthetic chew toys, EVEN when flavored.
c) She’ll chew for a LONG time on real bones and meat products.
d) We read that we should budget for the month. But our darling greyhound has taught that that, nope, we should budget for the hour! (so far, she costs ~$1/hr)
And, at this very moment, whilst eating a frozen beef bone, my grey baby is teaching me that, to suck the very marrow out of life, you really do have to drag it around and keep chewing.
Oh. My. Goodness. I’m laughing so hard I literally must wiggle around not to pee my pants in the office chair. BEST (only, but best) cruise ship story I’ve EVER READ/HEARD.
It reminds me of my niece, also two years old. My sister took her to the playground, where she was playing sweetly by herself, climbing all over the big-kid toys, letting mama read. Another parent/guardian sat down next to my sister and asked, “Is that your daughter? She is just SO well-behaved and SO adorable!”
Of course, my niece then chose that *exact* moment to show how incredibly articulate she is, on top of everything else. My niece stands up on the highest point of the jungle gym, and, with outstretched arms and a heart that must be filled with nothing but innocence and glee (absolutely no sarcasm intended), shouts, “I DO WHAT THE F@#K I WANT!”