Antlers-the opium of small dogs

Mom says that I am obsessed with my antler. I don't think that is true at all. I've already destroyed my bear, my snoopy and ate part of my squeaky fish! I wouldn't do that if I was obsessed. Although I did all that when Mom took my antler away. I just LOVE my antler. It smells great, tastes great and I just like being near it. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. I don't understand why I can't chew a hole in it though. And after a while my teeth get tired so then I just lie next to it and gaze adoringly at it.