The Chewing Monster

Clyde has taken to chewing on just about everything I own. Pillows, slippers, shoes, blankets, robes, clothes, balls of yarn, plastic, random things on the floor. If I own it, Clyde can chew it. So to try to get him chewing on things that would be okay, my mom bought him a couple of chew toys. One is a cow. Stuffed, and long, it has stubby feet and arms and a small tail. Its eyes are brown with x's sewn over them. One of its ears has already been ripped off. The bottom part squeaks, and if you push its nose it moos. Sometimes we will randomly here it squeaking and Clyde will be under the couch, repeatedly biting that one part. Sometimes if he's in the mood to play, I'll get him excited and jumping, and then press the nose. He calms down, cocks his head, and doesn't go after it until it quiets down. He also has a plastic bone that he chewed on tonight, but seems to have gotten a bit frustrated with it because he can't make a real dent. Now he is asleep. He has a real bone as well, but still enjoys attacking my larger stuffed animals and biting at their faces.

Clyde and His Treats

When I got home the other day, I went up to my room with a couple treats for Clyde. I let him out of the crate and gave him one, which he put on the edge of my purple chair before coming back for more. I gave him the second one which he exchanged for the first one and hid under the bed. Then he hid the other one as well. One by one he took them out from the bed, ran around my room, over the chair, under my bench and bed and ate them. That was how Clyde made me laugh today.