I can chew on my bones FOREVER. That dumb man that whispers to dogs told mommy and daddy not to leave toys out all the time, that we have to "work" to get them. But I know where they keep them. If I give them those "special" eyes, and look up to the bones, mommy or daddy will usually give in and let me have the bone.
Sometimes they will let us have them in our Safe Place when they are gone for a long time. When they let me out, I go back into my safe place and find my bone and bring it out with me, and carry it around until daddy takes us out to go pee. Then I will drop it on his or mommy's foot, which usually emits a loud sound from them.
Yesterday, I finally cracked one of the bones into little peices. It took a lot of work, but was very satisfying. So I went and got the bigger bone and set to work on it next. Mommy was quite impressed with the work I did on it. Can you see my bite out of it?