It's been awhile since we've had a teething puppy in the house. Well, it's been exactly 8 years. This time 8 years ago, we were dealing with a puppy Bailey.
Bailey is now an AWESOME dog. She's well behaved, chill, and lets us sleep in in the morning.
Did you know that puppies don't come that way? Not even a little bit? Apparently we had forgotten that puppies are basically AWFUL and try to kill you every day with their JAWS OF DEATH.
How easily we forgot. Because even Bailey was an AWFUL puppy. She ate everything, and jumped on everyone and never listened and dug up our yard and now that I'm saying all of this out loud, the memories are flooding back. Hmmm....
So, basically Newman is cute and is doing great with crate training and housebreaking, but my ankles look like I treaded through an ankle deep pond of broken glass.
I know it's this puppy, teething stage, it will pass. We are basically trying to fill his muzzle with anything but human flesh, but every now and then that tender skin is too much to pass up on.
Yesterday, I finally thought to myself, "WHY do his teeth hurt so bad!?" And I looked, and now wish I hadn't. Ignorance
was bliss. And you know, curiosity killed the cat.
If curiosity was named Newman.
So, anyway, I found DAGGERS in his mouth. I mean, look at them!? They're shaped like weapons! Also, his canines are FOR REAL needles. I could sew a quilt with the dern things. (If I could sew).