Puppies have teeth.

A list of things Cohen has chewed up/on:

• My eye glasses
• Nathan's eye glasses
• The case to my new eye glasses
• Our porch swing
• Clothes-drying rack
• A remote
• A hat
• Blinds
• 10+ bones
• A tupperware container
• A couple books
• A bookmark
• One of my favorite sandals
• A cat toy or two
• The insoles of Nathan's gardening shoes
• One of Nathan's house slippers
• and, surely, many more things to come... 

Somehow, despite all of the destruction, we absolutely love him to pieces. I love the way he reaches his arms up to hug me when I get home, as if he has never been so excited in his life. I love the way he chases after his ball & does a cute little leap right before he reaches it. I love the way he jumps up on our bed, as though he knows he's totally welcome and wanted there with us. I love his curly tail and his big floppy ears. I love his long snout & his cute white belly. I just love him. Having a dog is a big commitment, but it's a really rewarding one (well, not financially... financially it freakin' sucks).

Chewin' real good.

Looking for something to chew.

Gettin' his chew on.