Raw Food Diet, 169- Jaws of Steel

My folks tell me that I have Jaws of Steel.

They say that for a 22 lb dog, I can get mighty destructive.  They had become so accustom to my brother and his wimpy-boy chewing skills, that they were completely unprepared for my feasting abilities.  As soon as I figured out the toy bin when I was first adopted, I went to town on all of Pupi's rubber bones and chewy chew toys.  I tried my best to de-stuff all of his stuffies, but Pupi is way too protective of those and he'd beat me up any time he heard a stitch pop or fabric tear.  But man, did I do some work on those chew bones!  I guess it was when my folks saw millions of blue bits from Pupi's flexible dental chew appearing in my Good Boy business that they determined they need to get me some more Big Boy bones.  

They ordered me Nylabone toys made for "strong chewers" and large breeds.  Did that stop me?  No!  Did my determination to feast on these toys make my jaws stronger?  Yes!  The tough toys I liked best were my T-Rex Dinosaur dental chew and my chicken flavored bone toy.  In no time at all, I reduced those silly toys to this:
Yes, that dinosaur had a head at one point - a big T-Rex head.  He also had feet.  I'm sure you know what that silly Nylabone looked like, but I gave them both a face lift!
Personally, I am proud of my work.  That dino was tough enough to hammer nails with!  It sure took concentration, determination, and some impressive jaw muscles.  I am a beast!  I have also turned toys made for Rottweilers into feasting nubbins and gave them an up-close and personal tour of my digestive system.  I like to hide my serious chewing skills behind a facade of innocence and puppy-ish-ness. 
People would never suspect that I can devour a leather shoe in mere minutes!  My girly brother, on the other paw, spends hours each day nibbling on his stuffies with his very front teeth, and licking them all over like they are his puppies.  He's such a girl!  He will only de-stuff a toy if I've already managed to tear a good hole into it... and that's a rare occasion.  Pupi has stuffies that are years old, and even though he has removed the right ear off of each of them, they have suffered very little damage otherwise.  
As for my Big Boy chewing bones, Pupi tries his hardest to copy me but he can't!  He'll work hard on those Nylabones and never make a dent.  Ha!  What a momma's boy!  
He goes about it all wrong, holding those toys in his dainty little shaved paws.  He doesn't quite grasp the art of violent feasting and thrashing your toys an inch from their lives.  I am the master!

Okay, so maybe I'm not the master.  I mean, Big Pupi bosses me around on a regular basis.  But at least I know that I've got him beat in feasting skills.  And if you ask me, I've also got him beat with my beasting skills.  So in the end that means I win, right?

Right!

I am an animal,

Stanislaw