This afternoon Willow and I decided to go for a walk as the next couple of days won't provide any opportunity to do so. Of course, Miss Teething grabs every stick and twig in the wink of an eye to provide some teething relief. It gets so that Leave It and Give are probably thought to be our names around town as they are repeated so much on our walks. She leaves things if told and drops things when asked for but as, at a rough count, there are forty bazillion sticks along the path, I don't manage to head off every attempt at stick grabbing. Today, just at the furthest point of our walk she chomped down on the ideal twig to fit between her back teeth. She managed to snap it off with her paws leaving a piece that I just couldn't see. Of course, trying to do the twig extraction while holding the leash, the upside down dog, my gloves with a wiggling puppy was just impossible. We hurried on home, Willow stopping every twenty feet or so to try to paw it out. Once inside, with two free hands, I placed her on the couch on her back, a place she's not normally allowed. I managed to locate and extract the one-inch long twig that's jammed in tight in the back, upper quadrant of her mouth. I let Willow roll back over to her tummy and she shows no inclination to leave the couch. In fact, she looks very proud of herself for finding a way up.