Jaws

Finley's been on a major chewathon for the past couple of days. He's chewed the boy's blocks and dolls and teething toys. He's chewed my leather and cork coasters. He chewed up a cassette tape and plastic cups. He chewed a large Kong toy into small red pieces. He chewed books and cans and his crate bed and today he ripped up Polly's favorite green frog toy. She really has a thing for little green stuffed toys. She likes to carry them around and sleep with them in her mouth until they get all slimy and flattened on one side. Obviously, they have to be the right shape (and color?) to fit comfortably. Wide and flat (and green), that's what she likes in a stuffy. Now I'm going to have to find her another one, because her beloved frogbaby is nothing more than a few pieces of ripped fabric now.

Today he outdid himself with the chewing, because today he chewed up an antique glass medicine bottle which the boy had brought up from the basement. I went into the dining room and found the bottle with the neck chewed off and little bits of glass spread around on the floor. First he chewed the cap, then he chewed the rubber dropper, then he chewed the neck into little glass shards.

Dog! Are you insane! Glass is not for chewing.