It’s less than a week since I arrived but I am rapidly coming to the conclusion that my new Dad is a spoilsport.
I mean, all I want to do is to chew that nice black cable that goes from the plug on the kitchen wall and disappears somewhere up on to the top of kitchen table (that would be the same table that I am trying to chew to bits.) Is that too much to ask? But every time I do it someone jumps up and takes it out of my mouth. Where’s the fun in that?
To cap it all, he’s only gone and put some kind of sleeve around it. Now I’ve got to chew through that before I can get to the nice “juicey” cable. He says it’s for my own good and will stop me electrocuting myself. So now I am confused. They all keep telling me I am cute, so “electrocute” must be even better, right? Apparently not.
Angus
[Editor’s Note:]
Despite what he says it is for his own good and if you want to see what we’re talking about check out the following:
It comes with a special device that makes it easy to zip the sleeve over an existing cable without having to remove the plug. It’s cheap and easy to use. It won’t stop a determined chewer, but it will give you precious time to intervene.
