Gone fishing

We’ve been through puppy-dom before but this chewing phase of Mabel’s seems to be going on and on and I can’t wait for it to end.

Half the things I find her chewing, I don’t recognise as I fish them out.

I didn’t cycle or walk or run today. The torrential run called me a chicken and I succumbed. But with an engine and a steering wheel and a boot, I was quicker and got more jobs done.