Sometimes I want to wring Tobey’s neck. A couple months ago, we got him a new harness because he had grown too fat for the other one. Then last week he chewed threw it. Then we bought him another one. In less than 24 hours he chewed threw that one too. Overcome with irritation, I wanted to sell him on ebay, but Jenny talked me out of it. In retrospect that was probably the right move. When he is not peeing on the floor or chewing on inappropriate objects (e.g. harnesses, the wall, the carpet, Bear’s ear), he is a great dog.