I don't know if mac is old enough to have any responsibility for stuff with the dog, but he's definitely old enough to do stuff with it. I don't know, fostering sounds like the perfect thing -- a trial run on purpose, and not with what sounds like an easy dog.

Mr Peabody was 2 when I got him, and for about nine months, nothing pillow-like was safe. After that, he calmed down and has only occasionally chewed holes in his bed, usually in times of boredom. It does help to give him a rawhide chew toy when, for example, it's been raining all day.

Good luck, msbelle. It sounds like this could be good for both the dog and Mac.

ION, why do I even bother to read the comments on newspaper articles? The grammar, spelling and inability to craft a coherent argument seems to be the norm. Let's not forget a complete and total lack of compassion for your fellow human beings. I expect it out of my hometown newspaper, but The Washington Post makes me weep.

The Biscuit only chewed once that we know of; he destroyed his blanket and a toy the first time he was in the kennel. Got bored and stressed about being left. And then he discovered that he could ingratiate himself with the kennel staff and hang out with all the other kennel dogs and he became a total kennel rockstar and every one we go to adores him. The last time, in Indiana, we called them up to book, and the girl was all, "Oh, Seabiscuit! Yeah, I'm brand new here, but I heard about him!" We were all wtf, he hasn't been there in a year!

And when we first got him, he took one of my shoes and put it in the middle of the living room. I'd still love to know why. He didn't damage it at all, just moved it. Just the one.

However, lest you think he's this awesome non-destructive dog, he also ate a whole loaf of banana bread off the counter the other day while I was in bed with the cramps. I mean, I'd left it out because it turned out badly and I had stopped thinking about it as food, but apparently not Seabiscuit.

Dogs are great with rules as long as they are always the same.

Oh my jebus. We are having such issues right now. I have the most rule-followingest dog in the world. She is at my sister's for the week, where my sister is spoon feeding her to get her to eat because she Will Not eat out of people food dishes.

ETA: needless to say, we have no chewing issues.

C'mon Darby, eat! I swear it's the same food.

We have to be in the same room when Coco eats. Otherwise, she's afeared that this is her last meal and won't touch it, just in case.

Our vet's office adores our cat. He'll let them do so many things to him and just make sad little mews--though there were some growls when the vet was probing to see if he could get a stool sample. But considering the vet said "Well, I tapped on the back of his brain, but there's nothing there," the cat's entitled to some bad language.

The nurses there kind of nudge each other out of the way to get the chance to cuddle him, because he's plushy and gorgeous.

Occasionally the elderly cat will muscle her away from her bowl and start eating her food. Darby's response to this provocation is to come get me. (Or sometime to just stare mournfully. "Woe, now I will starve and there is no help for it.")

I keep my girls muzzled when non-supervised, because Bluebell is still chewy, and it's borrowing trouble to leave one unmuzzled while the other's muzzled.

Basket muzzles are a dog's best friend.

Man, we HAVE to start going for walks again. I've been able to get away with sending them out for a good run, as it's been cold and wet, but as soon as we have more daylight in our days, walk time is back on.