I have jaws of steel

You should see me in action. I can gnaw through a beef pizzle in two hours.

My half-brother, Bertie, takes two weeks to polish one off.

If you are wondering what is a pizzle, it's the penis of an animal, especially a bull. Others might call it a schlong, sausage, phallus, pee-pee, male member, cock, dick, prick, knob, tool, willy, peter, Johnson. Capisce?

When it is cleaned, stretched and dehydrated it turns into a protein-rich, natural, easy to digest, long-lasting chew for dogs and is good for our dental health. No artificial additives just good old male muscle. Better than bones which turn to powder in your stomach and then turn into balls of bone powder that the vet has to remove by surgical means.

Long-lasting? Not with me. I clamp my mouth around it and gnaw away. Voila! it's gone.

Way back when West Highland White Terriers were originally bred in Scotland to hunt rats, foxes and other vermin, we needed to have a strong, tenacious bite to confront prey that fought back. So we ended up with a short, blunt and powerful muzzle with large teeth that meet in a scissors bite. Just the thing for devouring pizzles.

And because I am such a exemplary example of my breed, I have a particularly powerful jaw.

When I was a wee pup, I gnawed at everything that would fit in my mouth, even the corners of the sofa which had a very expensive outcome for which my human mother still hasn't fully forgiven me.

Now that I am a mature adult, I save my gnawing for pizzles.

James Bond's nemesis Jaws with his metal mouth would look like a wimp compared to me.

T-800 Terminators with their  hyperalloy metal endoskeletonn and internal hydraulics and motors. Nice try.