Yesterday afternoon Melchior's urge to chew on everything in sight really kicked in. My poor hands and wrists, neck, chin--everything he can get his mouth on--have become target of those razor teeth! I've been bleeding every since, in one spot or another. Yikes. I keep pointing out his many chew toys, knotted socks, balls, and whatever else he's found strewn about the floor. I've given him and Sky several little chews.

But the need to chew goes on!