Help me!!!
I've got a little fuzzy bag of really sharp teeth.  Betty's about 6 months
old, and still insists that my arms (and she knows the difference between my
skin and shirts) are some sort of evil beast that she must defeat in heated
battle in order to save the universe.  I've been grabbing her by the scruff
of her neck, whapping her nose with my finger, and yelling NO!, but she just
comes back for more.  Does anyone have any suggestions on how I might live a
less painful life?
 
Thanks,
Chris and the Carpet-Sharks (Betty and Chopper)
[Posted in FML issue 1566]