Chewing

Tucker says...

I love to chew. So many things are perfect to put my teeth on. I have learned those things that will get me into trouble bigtime for chewing though. Like shoes and books and furniture (including my doggie bed), and the contents of laundry baskets. Mostly I can resist temptation. Except the socks. If I can reach socks, they are fair game as far as I'm concerned. You snooze, you lose Mommy.

But that still leaves a whole world of chewing possibilities. Of the sanctioned items, my favorite would be my Booda Bimple cornstarch bones. Those are good chewing! In a week I can kill off the size meant for dogs that weigh 75 pounds. Rawhide is ok too. And I'm getting more into my Nylabone. I always get the tube from the toilet paper and the paper towels and those are pretty good, though I hate it when my Dad makes that "doo-to-doo" noise through the end of the tube at me. I bark really loud when he does that. And I definitely like Greenies, but they don't last long enough to really put into the category of good chewing, they are more like a good snack.

Then there are the not-so-sanctioned things that I like to chew. The aforementioned socks of course. And Keenex! I love to hold a tissue between my paws and rip pieces off and fling them. Very satisfactory somehow. Anything crinkly that falls on the floor is exciting. Sticks are good, and sometimes I get to chew those without being scolded, but they worry I'll swallow slivers. The apple trees are dropping lots of fruit on the ground right now and I tried them...eeew sour! But they are fun to carry around and chase like a ball.

Michelle says...

Cairns have teeth that surprise most people when they see them. They are big! Tucker is what is known as an "aggressive chewer". It is really something to see when he gets in a chewing trance. He sits with his Booda bone between his paws, ears flopped back, his eyes glazed over and chews for what seems like hours. Speaking of Kleenex, Tucker has made the connection between a human sneeze and Kleenex. I used to think he was just being sweet and concerned when he came running and looked up at me every time I sneezed. Now he's gotten bolder. He runs up and if he can, he GRABS the tissue off your nose! I'm just glad that he isn't a problem chewer as far as furniture and rugs and that sort of thing. I wasn't amused the day I had to chase him around the back yard trying to get a pair of panties he'd stolen from the laundry back though!