Chew Boy

When we let Arlo out in the back garden, he has a sniff about, eventually finds somethng he can chew, then comes and sit on this bank where he waits for someone to come over and try and get it off him. I am always having to clear this bit before mowing the grass. When is it a cheeky monkeys stops being cheeky monkey?

Despite living in the middle of nowhere, he was still freaked out by fireworks several miles away that we couldn't even see. Poor boy.