When my working cocker, Iggy, was teething, he had a thing for chewing iPhone and MacBook charging leads, which, along with the three sofa cushions and several pairs of trainers he destroyed, cost me a fair few hundred quid.
Here's Ollie. We picked him up from the local humane society at eight years old. When we went to check him out, he wouldn't even look at me. Took him for a walk, he ignored me. Walked away when I tried to pet him. My wife wanted him though, so we took him home. This is him the next morning. A night away from the shelter did him good, he was a lot friendly that next day. He's got some issues but overall he's a pretty happy guy these days. He's pretty chill when he goes for rides Has already made a few friends and has hosted a sleep over or two and may be a little spoiled by my wife.
Well done you Often at 8 yo they get left on the shelf. He looks a smasher. Time and gentle caring will pay back in spades.
Any idea how you stop helmets like this digging bastard holes in your grass? I could host the Olympic long jump in some of them
