I've some chilled rags with mint and elfroot that he gnaws upon, but that lasts only so long before they no longer soothe or he becomes terribly bored by them and he instead demands my fingers or hair. He chews on my hair. I allow this. If ever I thought I would come to a point that I would not recognize myself, this is it.
Yesterday he found the only patch of mud in the garden that is less like mud and more like clay. For less than a moment I had my eye off of him and then he was covered head to toe in this muck. At least he enjoys bathtime.
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I've some chilled rags with mint and elfroot that he gnaws upon, but that lasts only so long before they no longer soothe or he becomes terribly bored by them and he instead demands my fingers or hair. He chews on my hair. I allow this. If ever I thought I would come to a point that I would not recognize myself, this is it.
Yesterday he found the only patch of mud in the garden that is less like mud and more like clay. For less than a moment I had my eye off of him and then he was covered head to toe in this muck. At least he enjoys bathtime.
-Zevran