I am sitting here typing with my glasses tilted askew on my face, bite marks across the self-tinting coating, chewed earpieces, missing rhinestones on the little dragon fly designs on the sides, and a tiny metal piece between the hinges missing entirely. These were very expensive glasses with Coach frames, left on the lamp table beside my chaise while I napped a little yesterday. I have read and commensurate with the threads on chewed cords, pencils, and shoes. I don't have a flip flop in the house without teeth marks. I had to replace the headset of my son's Xbox 360 after Rocky made it his own. These are not things left on the floor either. Rocky is a mountain coat/monkey/wild man! He can climb into my arms when I am standing, right up my leg! So, nothing is safe from him. He is also treacherous beyond measure. He can dart through a room and have picked up 2-3 items along the way that you never saw him take. He can have a tissue or paper napkin shredded into lint within 2 minutes flat! He loves to unroll the toliet tissue and actually dances with the end if he can get it out the bathroom door without tearing. I have to follow him everywhere. Thankfully, when he is not being a little ornery-butt, he is glued to me. So, when he does disappear for a minute, I am tracking him down to see what he is chewing up.
I know there are no answers (beyond confinement) -- it is a phase, a rite of passage all yorkie owners have to go through. But I will tell you some are just a dozen times worse than others about this chewing thing! Ben was a chewer but not this bad. Sadie rarely chewed up anything. She was always a little lady and rarely misbehaved at all. Rocky -- he is like the spoiled youngest child. Getting away with way too much. I am going to have to get better at hiding my grins when I am sounding stern! Rocky! NO!
