Chew-fest

As Shea has gotten older, he has really eased up on his chewing. He knows, for the most part, his bones and toys are for chewing, and sneakers, furniture, and human arms are not. This is major progress from the puppy who left my arms bruised from constant biting.

Shea and I were out on our evening romp. He had been chasing the ball for close to an hour, when I leashed him back up and was ready to head home. As we were lightly jogging out of the park I began talking to another park patron. She was quite long winded and the conversation lasted too long for Shea's liking. So, he simply chewed through his leash and set himself free.

Luckily, he is so well trained that when I called his name in the most forceful voice I can muster, he came running with his tail wagging, hoping to play some more fetch. Being the resourceful person that I am, I took the largest piece of leash and hooked it snuggly around Shea's collar. While it was not the most ideal sturdiness of a leash to have a 75 pound dog on, it would have to do.

We made it home and Shea chewed through one of his toys. Not sure what was going on today, but I was happy all of my socks were tucked securely in my dresser. Unlucky for my father, his underwear was out in the open.

I think Shea is acting out because he misses Jeff. I may start to act out soon too!