Last night we had tornado watches until after midnight. I can't go to bed until the weather clears so Luke and I hung out in the den watching TV and chewing on things.
Actually it was nice because nothing was too scary close to us so I enjoyed using him for a big pillow, he usually isn't still long enough, while he munched on some apples and a new toy.
Shortly before I was ready to turn in he came over and got my arm in his mouth, which he hasn't done in a long time. I said NO and moved my arm. He did it again, same thing. Then he got my other arm. I started getting mad and yelled at him and it only seemed to encourage him. Finally I popped him on the nose and said No and he still didn't want to stop. He was not biting but it was a firm mouthing and it was not fun. I put him outside for about fifteen minutes and let him in and he didn't do it.
I don't know what was going on but he hasn't done that in ages. I blamed it on the barometric pressure (hehe)but I really don't understand it. He kept on and I know he knows better.