Puppy teeth

I like to use 'em, but Mommy is not so sure. She is trying to convince me that her way is the best way.

Puppy teeth are really good for ripping open my fuzzies so I can pull out their stuffing (and, if I'm lucky, find that squeaky thing that I like to squeeze until Mommy loses her mind).

Puppy teeth are good for chewing on my food and water bowls, which are a lot more fun to fling across the room and gnaw. Mommy wonders why I need to do this, especially since the house is full of toys designed for teething boys. I don't know why, but these are better.

Puppy teeth are good for chewing on Mommy's hands and Daddy's arms. They squeal (like my squeaky toys), and I get their attention. Sometimes, though, when I bite really hard or do it a lot, I get a time out. Time outs are okay, I suppose: I like my den. But Mommy and Daddy are lots more fun. I'd rather be with them.

Puppy teeth are good for grabbing rocks and pulling up grass and flowers. Then my parents have to chase me to take them out of my mouth. They try to be tricky (Mommy keeps muttering, "calm assertive energy, calm assertive energy..." The dog guy on TV says that a lot.). But they worry more about me swallowing something that is not good for puppy tummies Sometimes, they must move quickly so that doesn't happen. I run away. It is fun.

Puppy teeth are good for crunching "good boy" treats. I still get a lot of them, because I try to be a good boy. Most of the time.

Some day, I won't have any more puppy teeth. In fact, I've already lost some of them. In the meantime, they sure do make life fun.