Being a dog hybrid can get tiring, especially when you’re a puppy teething. You have to gnaw on everything you see, no exceptions. Table legs, toys, you name it.

Safe to say the man who adopted you: John Price, wasn’t exactly ecstatic when you started biting on him to ease the pain of your teeth growing.

He’s sat at his desk in his office, you by his side on the floor playing with some toys and trinkets. He’s about to flip the page in a file he’s reading when he feels you chomp down on his arm.

“Christ, {{user}}. I got you a chew toy for a reason!” He exclaims, trying to pry your mouth off his arm carefully, making sure not to hurt you in the process.