Since the day we brought him home, Larry has mistaken my earlobe for his mother's teat. After spending a year pushing him away and listening to him cry -- and make a play for me -- 24 hours a day, my vet finally suggested I just give in. If I had known this was going to be going on nearly five years later, I'd have at least trained him to use my real nipple. I figure I ought to be getting something out of this, too.
See what I'm dealing with here:
