In addition to restricting the boys' eating habits, the grazing muzzles have taken away their ability
to play jolly ball, bray at full volume, and scratch their itches, and for that I'm feeling particularly guilty.
We've settled into a routine of 12 hours on/12 hours off so that life as they know it can be half normal.
I sleep better knowing they don't hate me full-time.
I was surprised to see that mutual grooming can still occur with a grazing muzzle in place.
Hank and George are making it work.
George: It would work a helluva lot better if you took this damned thing off.
Necessity is the mother of invention. Hank seems just as satisfied with having a grazing muzzle
rubbed back and forth across his back as he would be if George were scratching him with his teeth.
Lucy: We'll be so glad when summer's over.