White Dog admonished Opal, "Sister, stop chewing on the wire. You will catch it behind your teeth and break them or chip the enamel. It will hurt. Momma, make her stop."
"Sweet Opal," I sang to her, "come out of Roman's crate and play with me. You have two bins filled with all manner of things to chew and tug and make squeak. And all of them are MUCH better for your mouth than the kennel wires."
Both White Dog and I were recipients of the famed Eskie Selective Hearing until I threatened, "Well, if that is so tasty you will not mind giving up treats for it. Choose now, continued gnawing or afternoon duck jerky treats."
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