eight months

I'd been thinking that the Edgarpig was restrained by the enclosure a lot earlier in his life, whilst the house was still suffering from only having been moved into a week before his birth, but he was just a few days younger than Amospig was today upon his introduction to this facility, which has been protecting my brother-in-law's computer games console and sound-reproducing equipment from my neice's teeth for the past year and a half and was returned this afternoon. This facility is crude, but it should be enough to prevent him achieving his current ambition of dribbling onto the multi-plug strip when whoever's watching him needs to momentarily watch something else.