We’ve had them in the cupboard for quite some time—“just in case”—and Tom decided to give him one at lunch today—not because he was teething and needed it, but just for the hell of it. š (Tom was home for Owen’s lunch because I was at the vet’s office with Maggie and Bella.)
He didn’t take pictures of this momentous occasion :>> so I let him have the biscuit again later:
Tom said Owen loved it at lunch (liking it more than his puffs, even!), but for me he just kinda made a half-hearted attempt at it and wanted his puffs instead!