The teenaged boys who board with us gave Mini-Man this stuffed panda bear for his fifth birthday on Saturday. Poor little man began shrieking as I was in the kitchen getting food ready for his soon-to-be-arriving guests for his birthday party.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Albert has hurt my bear! Mumma, my bear is HURT!"
I rushed out, fully expecting that our 23.6 kilogram, 19-week-old sheepdog puppy may have actually dismembered the poor stuffed toy, although Old English sheepies aren't really chewers (they more maw on things a bit but don't wreck very much in our experience). I was all set to stop and sew on a panda limb, not to see bright red blood all over the new bear's back. I started to laugh and laugh, much to poor Mini-Man's shock and dismay.
Albert puppy is teething molars, bless his little doggie heart. His blood was all over the stuffed toy. This was no panda massacre I had to explain to my preschooler. We got Albert to roll over on his back and I showed Mini-Man poor Albert's bloody gums and tried to stir up some empathy for puppy's need to chew to overcome teething pain. I then showed him how easily blood is cleaned off with cold water and all was fine again. Well, once panda was safely put out of puppy reach that is.
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