Linda is wondering if the only way to keep Chimmie alive is to muzzle him. We were outside this morning while Linda was studying. Since all was quite, she did not check on us. Usually (like 99.9% of the time) I bark to come in unless I'm napping on the deck or taking care of business. Fifteen minutes went by and she did not hear anything, so she checked on us. Chimmie was busy gnawing away on this....a piece of electrical wire he dug up from somewhere in the backyard. How much of it is down in his belly? What an absurdly dumb dog he is! One day he will die from eating a rusty nail, slab of wood, coated wire, plastic toy or piece of soft toy (all of which she has taken away from him.) It would be horribly mean to muzzle him, but it's meaner to let him die a painful death from a belly full of stuff he chewed up.
