Stuff I Like to Chew

Georgia here. I'm a puppy, so I'm supposed to chew stuff. So I do. Lots of it. Stuff I'm supposed to chew, and maybe a few things I'm not supposed to.

Mom and dad told me that when Dakota was a puppy, she ate part of a Coke can. Mom had the honour of checking D's poos until she was satisfied that it had all passed through. This was the biggest bit. Luckily D wasn't hurt. So I'm not allowed to play with cans. But there's plenty of other stuff to chew.

Of course I like chewing puppy treats.

This is my froggie. I love him, but that didn't stop me from chewing off his head and arms.

I'm allowed to chew carrots from the garden, but only when mom gives them to me (I'm not allowed to help myself). They give me funny orange poos.

I have assorted rope toys that I'm allowed to chew, but they're boring. That's why they're still in good condition.

I still love chewing on beloved chicken. She's not in such good condition.

I chewed her feet off. Dakota helped.

Here I am chewing grass in the garden. Those are D's toes. She's chewing too. She often shows me what to chew.

Here is some trellis that I have been chewing on. Dakota didn't show me this--I thought of it all by myself. It's at nose level, so it made sense. Aren't I a clever girl?

Here's a blanket that mom made that I chewed. Sorry, Mom.

Newspapers are fun to chew.

Egg cartons are fun too, but they don't last very long.

Here's a knife I stole from the kitchen. Luckily I decided to chew on the handle rather than the blade. I'm okay.

In fact, I have a whole box full of toys that I can chew on any time I want.

But my favourite chew toy doesn't fit in the box...