Every morning after breakfast, Sonya leads Fio to the kitchen and points at the pantry, whence she knows all good things come. But Sonya doesn't want more kibble--she wants a rawhide bone that she will tear to shreds by the end of the day. The bones are fairly expensive, but Fiorella shells out gladly because Sonya's other options have been metal screwdrivers, wireless landline phones, the television changer, Fio's shoes, and her eyeglasses (two pairs so far).
Just give Sonya another year, say the experts, and she'll be through teething.
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