This heading might be true if Chim does not get with the program. Linda is pulling her hair out over him and his antics. He is the sweetest, most lovable, adorable pooch ever. But he is as dumb as rocks. And wood. We are convinced that Chimmie is trying to commit suicide through chewing. Thursday after the deck steps were finished, Linda and Paul made sure to clean up every single shred of splintered wood and throw it in the trash. Everyone knows that Chim has a love affair with chewing stuff. Wood, carpet, toys, and just about anything he can pick up in his mouth. Since Paul bought his car and not his truck, he did not cart away the giant pieces of old step. Instead, they piled them up by the gate to deal with later. Bad idea. VERY bad idea. Not only did Chimmie break off huge pieces to chew, but some might have gotten stuck in his intestines. During our walk, he was screaming and crying trying to poop. Linda had no idea what the heck was going on with him. When we got back, she checked around the deck and this is what he had in his outside bed. She is praying if there is a blockage, it will dissolve. She covered up all the wood, but she does not think it will totally deter him from getting to it. Later on, she is going to move it all to the front yard so he does not end up dead as a doornail.
