I used to think I was a good dog trainer.
That was BEFORE Joey.
A couple weeks ago he started chewing on the window frame whenever someone would come to the door. So I set one of the dogs beds up there on the window seat to keep him away from the frame.
Hmm. THAT obviously didn't work.
He seems to enjoy chewing on things so much that he eventually goes into a kind of trance as he chews:
So . . . I moved the bed over closer the wall so he wouldn't have room to lay next to that edge. Baaaad idea. He just climbed INTO the bed, rested his head on that edge, and went to work on the WALL!! Oh, no!!
I have GOT to find a chew toy that boy adores before he turns into a reincarnated Pete! For those of you who didn't know Pete, I've added a Pete Page at the top of the blog. Check out some of HIS "projects" there.
Mark is a patient man. ;-D
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