rip a limb off a tree in the backyard or waits patiently for me to walk away for 2 seconds so she can discreetly devour my blueberry muffin. That's right, this morning, South Dakota stole my muffin right out of it's little bowl on the arm of the couch! (I'm not quite sure how she got the muffin with out breaking the bowl, but that's neither here nor there.)
Dakota loved Gator when she was a puppy. She slept with Gator. She played with Gator. She carried Gator everywhere. Then one day, alone in her crate while I was at work, she ate Gator. By the time I got home, all that was left of poor Gator where his beady little eyes. Gator was the first to fall victim to Dakota's mighty jaw and, sadly, he wasn't the last...
Some of the things Dakota chews are acceptable, albeit slightly odd: Big bones. Grass. Snowballs. Ice cubes. Crickets. Firewood. Avocado seeds. Apple cores. Carrots. Lake algae. Her paws. Empty peanut butter jars.
There are a few things Dakota doesn't show much interest in chewing. Surprisingly, she's never destroyed any of my shoes. She likes to pick them up and carry them around, but they're still all in one piece. And she didn't chew on Garrett when I had to put him in a box (because my apartment was too dangerous for a curious baby, not because I'm cruel).