Casper has this funny little habit of taking one of our shoes off the shoe rack and carrying it in his mouth into the living room–then he just drops the shoe and walks away.
In the year or so that he’s been doing this, never actually chewed on any of the shoes.
He was headed to the living room with one of Cindy’s probably-not-very-cheap shoes in his mouth and, as usual, we just chuckled and ignored.
Then we heard a CRUNCH, CHOMP, CRUNCH…
I popped up off the couch and saw Casper having a great time chewing on the top of the shoe. Luckily, no damage done.
Apparently the awesome bull penis chews and assorted rawhides were just gateway chews leading up to the “hard stuff”: Women’s shoes.