Who Knew He Would Chew

Ricky loves to chew.  Anything will do.  I spend a great deal of time trading acceptable chew items for the not so acceptable.  He's little so I'd love to cuddle or snuggle with him, but that's only possible when he's sleeping.

Just a few of the things he's tasted in the last half hour.

 Camera strap.

 Kenna's shoe. 

 Matt's shoe.

 Note cards from music basket.

 "No, not me, I'm not getting in the music basket again."

 The recorder from the music basket.

 Maybe he can make more sense of the taxes than I can.

Will the excuse, "My dog ate my receipts get me out of filing?"  I've got it documented.

P.S. He's still cute when he sleeps.

His favorite hideout is under the coffee table.