AUGIE, the new pup, must have an iron stomach. Sometimes I think he is a goat. He’s eats, chews, or gnaws on anything he finds. Most of the time, we can rescue anything too important for him to devour. Yesterday, though he got into Ed’s cigarettes and ate half a pack. Luckily he didn’t get sick from them, so I think he mainly just tore the pack open but didn’t eat much. Maybe he thought it was chewing tobacco.

But then, he also likes to chew electric cords – while they are still plugged in. We gotta doing something about that or I am going to have a charcoaled Augie.

He doesn’t get sick from eating all this stuff except for one time when he ate a roll of paper towels. Too much bulk, I guess.

Cast iron stomach that dog has.