I tried putting a bow on Rockwell so that he could be “dressed up” to greet my parents (his “grandparents”) this morning when they arrived. If you look closely, you will see he has already sucked on one end of the bow so it came off right after they got here.

Mum was happy to get the dog behind bars (so to speak) but he still managed to chew on her hand a little in his enthusiasm at having someone other than me to play with.