I need a sign for my front door, to warn visitors about the toothy creature waiting in the living room. Grace has only four teeth, but she works them. Hard. I’ve been bitten twice when going in for a smooch. When I say I was bitten, I mean that she grabbed my lip between her teeth and chomped down with the voracity of a pit bull. In the instant that it happened (both times!), I wondered if I was about to have a piercing worthy of a thick hoop. Fortunately, I struggled free both times before the hole bored the whole way through.
Do you have any advice for me? (At all-but-10 months, the whole “No Grace” bit mostly falls on deaf ears. I know not to squeal or do anything she’ll find remotely amusing.)
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