Chewing, chewing i like, chewing nearly everything, including stones; pine cones; any old bit of wood; my beddy; my toys, but particularly my beddy……i have now been given what they are calling a sacrificial bed,
‘cos i ruined so many beddies, mum got cross and ran out of fabric, so now i chew this when i am trying to go to sleep, i also sing to myself whilst i am sucking/chewing to try and sleep, in my head i am singing a beautiful sleepy lullabye, to everyone else, apparently i sounds like an old lady crying/wailing….oh well,
it’s good to be a dog i say
i think that it’s good that i live on a farm with a forest and i am really grateful for that
ourlifehandmade 
