We feed him...really!

Mooshy continues to thrive and seems to quadruple his puppy energy daily - leaning once in a while toward what we shrug off as natural bouts of destruction.
I've started to tally the losses and this is where we are thus far:

-One computer adapter cord (This was actually a blessing in disguise as it 'bit back' with a little jolt of ungrounded Indian electricity as his needle-sharp teeth punctured the soft rubber wrapping and taught him never, ever to mess with any of the gazillion wires/lifelines to the outside world in our house. It also allowed Hamid to practice and perfect his skills in electrical wiring repair.)

-Three pairs of panties

-One sock (Of course, the other one had to be thrown away so...two socks.)

-One chappal (This is what we call flip-flops here in India, without the left the right is useless so...two chappals.)

-One pair of past-season Michael Kors jute ankle wrap wedges (My most precious fashion-victim trotters - they were perfect for negotiating the cracked and stumbly Bangalore sidewalks...alas....)

-Two dish sponges (The most disgusting of his clandestine treats - taken out of the bucket full of bathroom cleaning supplies.)

-One silk-edged natural straw floor mat (He didn't really eat this, per se, but chewed it to the point of 'I don't want anyone to see this and think I have no taste in home furnishings.')

-Countless black hair bands

-Equally countless black elastic hair ties

-One pot of very delicious (I'm quite certain of that) strawberry lip gloss (Fortunately it was of the 'natural' variety and so there was no concern for the health of his insides.)

-As many bugs as he can find (Which, in our pitiful little Indian house/dirt magnet, is more than I care to admit.)

-The occasional cigarette (We are trying to get him to quit.)

-One bottle of Garnier Body Coccoon moisturizer (He will actually lick this off our legs if he gets the chance - I've to stand on the bed to put the stuff on when I don't feel like sharing.)

-At least 100 Indian rupees (We're not sure exactly how much money he's stolen and digested - we find the tattered shreds of a bill corner here and there, tucked into the pillows of his little bed. I've taken whole twenty rupee notes out of his mouth, wet and smooshed.)

I guess that's about it.
The thing that hit me hardest was coming home to find my Kors in so many pieces - but, in the end, I'd trade a hundred pairs of designer shoes for this darling little beast.