Oh, my Sammy.
Sometimes I think he might actually chew in his sleep. He certainly chews without thinking! another strap chewed through on a camisole. What am I going to do with him?
And I always can tell! He slinks away from the area or room of his discretion, looking as if he has already been beaten!
As I've said before .... it's a damn good thing for this boy that I love him so much.
And, yes, I accept my part in this. I folded clothes, left the stacks on the bed to put everything away at once. I'm the human, I'm in charge. I think.