I agree. It is the luck of draw. I have had 3 cockers since I was in my early twenties, and out of the 3 only 1 chewed.
Ziggy, was my first cocker and she DESTROYED big style. The entire carpet will pulled up in the hall, she shredded the wall paper in the lounge, managed to somehow find a blue biro, which she chewed all over my cream carpet
, and chewed the staircase, dinning room table and most of the skirting boards in the house - we tried everything to stop her and she did eventually stop when she got older. She was a funny one, not in the sense - ha ha - but she had a nasty streak in her, and we had issues with her taking a dislike to most people. In the end, the only person she had time for as my mum.
When my son was born, she used to try and steal his dirty nappies to shred -
. You had to change nappies like lightening, as she would whip them away before you knew it.
Oh, and she destroyed my mum and dads Christmas tree. Chewed through the lights, whilst on - the whole house ended in darkness. How she didn’t get electrocuted I seriously don’t know.
Every time she did something - she was hiding under the bed - she knew - but nothing stopped her, and then suddenly she stopped.
Milly, was completely different, never chewed a thing, was the most gentle sweet natured lady and just was the most perfect little dog ever. She was a hoarder, and used to collect toys to put into her bed
RIP both my little girls
Lily, my cocker now, again never chewed a thing, and still doesn’t. So 2 out of 3 isn’t bad to be honest. I have just been more lucky I think.
