Hilbert was teething when we first got him. Even though I gave him plenty of chew toys, he preferred my hands and forearms. People without dogs wondered if I had been hugging rose bushes, but one woman in the HR department was clearly a dog lover. When I came to her desk to fill out my new employee forms, the first thing she asked was, “What kind of puppy do you have?”
He not only left my arms covered with painful scratches, he also chewed the kitchen wallpaper down through the sheetrock, the legs on the kitchen table and the frame of the sliding glass door. I still have some of his baby teeth in a jar.
Shoebert wasn’t so bad on the arms and hands when he was
teething, but he did find a loose spot on the wallpaper in the living
room. He managed to get his teeth under
it enough to get a hold and pull. He was
able to rip off a strip over a foot long!
I think it helped him that he has an underbite.
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