Grendel and the sixth Marx brother

Cagney is doing well. He's grown up, but, while his leg have gotten a bit longer, overall he isn't that much bigger. He loves lying on top of you and goes to sleep, happy as can be. He gnaws on pens, and on soft plastic things. Hopefully that's a puppy thing. If not, we'll have to change his name to Grendel, especially after he wrecked a pair of Sue's expensive boots. Or maybe we should call him Zappo. Yesterday, after he chewed on an extension cord, down to the wire, he amazingly didn't get electrocuted.