The other day, I came home to find not one, but two pairs of leather shoes, completely in tact, sitting exactly where I left them, right under Juno's nose. I thought that maybe she had finally grown out of her mastication crimes and it made me kind of sad.
So imagine my delight when I saw my favorite criminal prance across the property absconding with a rubber boot.
Once a criminal masticator, always a criminal masticator.
"Yuck, this doesn't taste like chicken."
"But it will do."
Sigh. She's still got it.
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