Gimli chewed while he was teething, but then tapered off. He doesn't chew soft toys anymore, except when he wants to kill the squeaker. He will squeak at a Wubba until it's dead. Once he forgets that it's dead, he tries to kill the squeaker again. Instead, he'll carry toys around, sleep with them, and cuddle with them.
Merida, on the other hand, is a little ball of destruction. She chewed, not only when she was teething, but she continues to chew today. And when I mean chew, I mean go at the toy with those strong back molars. She likes to chew off little bits of toys and eat them. Then, if the toy has eyes, she eats those. Finally, she makes a hole and gets at the stuffing. Most times, I destuff the toy and return it to her. From the hole in the toy, she then turns it inside out.
I may be small, but I have a big urge to chew!
We are at a loss of what to give her to play with that won't be destroyed in a few minutes. Dog toys aren't cheap and we've been burned in the past when we bought a 10 dollar toy, (or more!), that went into the bin 10 minutes after we gave it to her.
We cannot give her bones or antlers because of what happened to Gimli and his teeth. Rawhides seem to work for now, but only for a few minutes at a time and under close supervision.
*sigh* at least she's not eating the baseboards anymore.
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