I'm always spoiling his fun. There's this one table, a cheap Ikea side-table, that he chews. It's in "his" room, the spare bedroom. Soon after I got it, he gnawed on the corner, so I turned the table round so the gnawed corner was hidden. He gnawed on the next corner. I turned it again. Yup, next corner went. I gave up.
The other day I finally got a replacement table, same kind (only in cheapskate white rather than elegant birch), but this time I dabbed each corner with chew deterrent. Horrible stuff -- it was hard to wash off my fingers & I got a taste of it. The main ingredient is something called Bitrex.
Shortly after I put the new table in place, Bertie went upstairs. There was a brief silence, then a kind of stifled bark followed by loud gagging and retching noises.
The table is still as good as new.
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