#Chapter31
/"Nast-ee My-low,/" I accused, lower lip suffering a case of the shakes. /"You hurtie my fwiend./"
/"He didn't mean it, little one. He was only trying to play with you. Don't forget that Milo is only a baby himself. We have to teach him that your stuffies are not to be chewed on. He doesn't know that it's a bad thing, yet./"
/"What if he kills them all before we manage to teach him?/"
/"Then Daddy will bring them all back to life. And he will buy his little Oz plenty more, and Milo will get his own chews so that he doesn't want to eat yours./"
Accepting that, I decided that there was room for forgiveness in my heart, after all. Tapping the wet nosey, I offered him a small scratch behind the ears. Letting out a happy yap and trying to wiggle into my lap, as though I wasn't already in Daddy's, he seemed to think it was all water under the bridge.
