Spencer likes to chew clothes.
I like him to chew his bone.
So I give him his bone.
And he will ever-so-sneakily put the bone next to my shorts, all the while looking up at me innocently, as if to say, "What? I'm just chewing this bone you gave me."
And soon thereafter, he will transition from chewing the bone to chewing my shorts.
(OK, no more Spencer stories ... for at least another week.)