Chewin On My Puppy Fish

Chaos is the first dog I've had that might benefit from the kind of chew that could conceivably get mistaken for a sex toy; the wolves ignore anything inedible, and the shelties aren't strong chewers.

That's just an excuse, though; given my deep fondness for rubber fish, it was inevitable that I would buy this marvelously adorable thing; having the justification of an actual teething puppy in the house only puts icing on the transparent-toy-fish-with-glow-in-the-dark-spine cake. Or, um, some other strained metaphor like that. It's really cute enough to add to my collection---but the "irrestible bacon flavor" gives me pause. I mean, do I want a curio that tastes like bacon?

Irrisistable? I like bacon. And, y'know, I am kind of a chewy creature; I probably work at bite inhibition a little more than most. I gave it an experimental chomp. Alas, the taste wasn't bacony in the least.

When I gave it to him, Chaos completely ignored the thing.