I had a dream that Stone started eating my leather couches last night. All I can think about is how much he chews on stuff. Windowsills, corners of the walls, coffee tables, dining room tables...sigh. His knuckle bone is in full rotation 24 hours a day at this point. I have no idea what else to do. He seems much more content when he can pick it up at will and gnaw on it. They're pricey, but listening to Andrew try to replace the windowsills would be far more costly.
Otherwise, Stone is fitting in well. He likes Lucy and wants to be near the kids at all times, but he's still just got too much puppy energy to be left alone with them. He still stays gated in the living and dining room, and is allowed to roam the kitchen and entryway when the kids are busy or napping. With our current setup the kids are able to make it from their rooms through the kitchen and into the family room, which is just fine as they really didn't use the living/dining area anyway. I really can't wait until everyone can live in perfect harmony. Just another 18 months or so...he is a big wonderful lump of sweetness, but he's exhausting.
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