He picked and nibbled on this other, smaller cantaloupe (below) on Saturday. We'd been watching that big cantaloupe (above) for weeks. Waiting. (Adam is a lover of cantaloupe.) So I picked it, probably early.
He even attacks his own play balls and reduces them to trash.
The one thing I've never seen him chew, which he really ought to chew, is his chair.
It's a big upholstered wooden chair -- perfect for gnawing on.
Speaking of escape ... today at the pound, Adam and I found our second farm dog! So now Ned has company! Maybe he won't be so bored? Maybe he won't chew so many things?
Meet Marigold, aka "Goldie."
|on the ride home|
|She didn't like it when Adam went out the door.|
She pined for him.
|Playing with a pound kitty.|
Goldie is friendly, playful, maybe 5 years old.