We love our Aika boy. We’ve had him for 11 years and he’s a part of our family.
However, in his old age, he’s taken up chewing. I don’t know why he’s doing it but it’s making me crazy. Maybe he longs for puppyhood and is reliving the good ‘ol days. Maybe he decided a new hobby was in order before he dies. Maybe we don’t feed him enough. Maybe he’s an instigator and likes seeing me freak out. Maybe his brain is the size of a walnut and he's an idiot. Who knows.
All I know is this: anything left on the floor is fair game to him. Even though we’ve purchased numerous chew toys for him, he doesn’t lay a tooth on those. Nope. Only things that are off-limits taste good to him.
Like this blanket:
And his house shoes:
Eva’s slipper:
I had to sew the arm back on this poor baby:
And the tail back on this cute chipmunk:
And we certainly can’t forget the wool blanket he snacked on in Idaho.
Perhaps the worst assault came a few nights ago.
Poor Rapunzel never saw it coming.
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