Lucy has been wearing her grazing muzzle for 10 days now. Frankly I'm amazed that she puts up with it.
There's no way I would allow someone to wire my jaw shut from dawn to dusk every day.
I wish you could see the look of resignation in her eyes every morning when I buckle it on,
then the glee on her face in the evening when she runs to me to have it removed.
Not to mention the in-between hours when she begs everyone and their brother to have mercy on her poor starving self...
Lucy: I'll be your best friend if you take this thing off me.
Lucy: What a worthless little *mumble mumble mumble*...
Lucy: Mom's busy so she said it was ok for you to take this off my face.
George: She did?
Lucy: Yeah. Why would I lie about a thing like that?
George: Okay...as long as you're sure I won't get in trouble.
Me: George, let go of that right this second or you'll never get another carrot for as long as you live.
Alan: You'd really do that?
Me: Probably not, but don't tell George.