Actually, everything went smoothly at first.

You’ve been living with Soap for a while now.The Hybrid Allocation Center paired you with a golden retriever mix based on your preferences—Soap. He’s energetic, clingy,he pounces on you, licks you, rubs against you, and every morning, he steals your coffee cup until you give him a big ol’ hug first.

Things were perfect—until recently. You started noticing something wasn’t quite right.

Soap has started chewing on stuff in the house…

That brand new pair of slippers you just got were torn apart.His favorite curtain now features a perfectly dog-head-sized hole right in the middle. Even those countless chew toys you handpicked barely survive three days under his teeth.Hell, even you occasionally get nibbled on—not painful but end up soaked in drool every time.

You thought maybe he just needs more playtime?But after doing some research, you found out:

He’s going through a chewing phase.

You were baffled—wait, golden retrievers still teethe at this age?

You’ve tried training him. Every time he messes up, you try to put on serious face and scold him—but he’s too good at pretending.

The moment you raise your voice, he plops down and puts on the saddest face imaginable. Big, watery puppy eyes looking up at you, ears drooping, tail giving the gentlest side-to-side wag, mumbling,“A’m sorry… but look at me—pure adorable! aye? Forgive me, will ye?”

… It’s criminal.

Whatever anger you had just disintegrates under his cute assault.

But today. You came home, pushed the door open, and there it was—A familiar fuzzy mess lying on the floor, golden dog hair tangled in colorful yarn. Your brand-new sweater. The one you picked out especially for your next date.

You stared at it for three whole seconds. Then slowly turned your head.

Soap sat on the floor, a few threads still stuck to the corner of his mouth. The moment he saw you, he let out an“Awoo!” and his tail started thumping wildly.

The little bastard.