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I have an elderly neighbor who always leaves his door open in the summer. One day I was talking to him in the yard and I noticed my dog, a Wirehaired Griffon, running across the yard with a whole ham in her mouth. I asked my neighbor if he was cooking a ham and he said he had one cooked and on the counter cooling. I said it looks like I need to buy you another one because my dog has the one you just cooked. We laughed about it and I bought him another one. My dog ate ham for a few days and enjoyed it.
 
Chessies are a hoot when it comes to food and eating things.
We had one that ate 1 cell phone, destroyed another one, ate most of the plastic on the inside of the suburban, anything left lying around in a plastic bag, including medications & vitamins, can you say "plastic fetish!"
Not to mention any animal or bird, dead or alive, unless it was shot, then she was a magnificent retriever. Cleaned up a lot of puke from that girl!

I have a crazy lab mix now that eats anything she can reach on the kitchen counter. When I forget, I frequently find the butter is missing. Leave a pan without washing, she will clean it and it will still be on the counter or stove. One time she polished off half a pan of lemon bar cookies and the pan was still on the counter.

My neighbor used to hunt with Labs. He had one that completely ate 25 lbs of dog food in about 10 minutes. Ready to go the next day.
 
Our springer spaniel really loves a tasty stick of butter if we leave one on the counter, but she won't overlook a pastry or a few sausages if they call her name. She once slurped up a friend's whiskey and water.
My son's 85-pound coonhound swallowed a tennis ball whole. The bill for x-rays, MRI and finally surgery was over $6000.
 
My dog is great. As long as it is not on the floor it is safe. Leave it on the floor its your own fault. She never gets on the furniture, even if left home alone, and she never removes anything from a table or chair. But leave it on the floor she considers it another of her toys.
 
To the best of my knowledge in nearly two years, our dog has never "eaten" or even chewed up anything in our whole house EXCEPT the first pet bed we bought for him. He has been an exceptionally good boy in that regard!

BUT, anything edible that hits the floor is a goner. I don't care what it is - and neither does he. If it's food and lands on the floor, he's on it before it can bounce. :D
 
Had a 2 year old German Shorthair eat my duck calls, lunch, back pack, and a box of steel #3's the night before opening duck 1998. Was working nights at the time, got off at 4 am and came home to grab my gear and the dog........

Same dog ate a fiberfilled pillow a few months later. Didn't think much of it at the time, but noticed him chasing his tail in the back yard the next day. Except he had a 4 inch tail and the one he was chasing was much longer than that. I grabbed a dishrag and helped him out. If there was ever a look of "Oh golly thank you", I saw it....

I wont get into the Husky, cuz he ate everything.....
 
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I was teasing.

I was teasing one of our dogs with a straw elephant. One time. We left out for a while one night and she had exacted 'revenge' on it.

One night we woke up to the sound of 'crunch-crunch-crunch'. "What is that?" we both said. I got a golf club and we crept down the hall and turned on the living room light. This same dog had taken down a tray of Christmas nuts and was cracking them open and eating them. I salvaged a handful, she had eaten almost the whole tray of nuts.

We have a 'baby' rottie that looks more like a baby deer now and she can reach up to any table and get any (usually plastic) item she can chew on. I'm not sure how to break her of this because we usually don't realize it until we see/hear her chewing on something.
 
I was teasing.

I was teasing one of our dogs with a straw elephant. One time. We left out for a while one night and she had exacted 'revenge' on it.

One night we woke up to the sound of 'crunch-crunch-crunch'. "What is that?" we both said. I got a golf club and we crept down the hall and turned on the living room light. This same dog had taken down a tray of Christmas nuts and was cracking them open and eating them. I salvaged a handful, she had eaten almost the whole tray of nuts.

One of this one's offspring was a quiet inoffensive little doggie but one night while asleep I THOUGHT that I saw her reaching up and taking my tweed hat off the bedpost. I was mostly asleep and it didn't register. Well, the next morning I found that it wasn't a dream as my favorite tweed hat had holes chewed in it.

We have a 'baby' rottie that looks more like a baby deer now and she can reach up to any table and get any (usually plastic) item she can chew on. I'm not sure how to break her of this because we usually don't realize it until we see/hear her chewing on something. Last night I found what looked like a black fez for a shrew or some similar sized animal. I put it aside and later my wife found the rest of the pen with one end savaged.
 
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I was teasing.

I was teasing one of our dogs with a straw elephant. One time. We left out for a while one night and she had exacted 'revenge' on it.

One night we woke up to the sound of 'crunch-crunch-crunch'. "What is that?" we both said. I got a golf club and we crept down the hall and turned on the living room light. This same dog had taken down a tray of Christmas nuts and was cracking them open and eating them. I salvaged a handful, she had eaten almost the whole tray of nuts.

One of this one's offspring was a quiet inoffensive little doggie but one night while asleep I THOUGHT that I saw her reaching up and taking my tweed hat off the bedpost. I was mostly asleep and it didn't register. Well, the next morning I found that it wasn't a dream as my favorite tweed hat had holes chewed in it.

We have a 'baby' rottie that looks more like a baby deer now and she can reach up to any table and get any (usually plastic) item she can chew on. I'm not sure how to break her of this because we usually don't realize it until we see/hear her chewing on something.
 
Got our first dog,Brandy, shortly after we were married and as with many was our first child. Came home one day to take her out I noticed her poop was very red. Panicked, because I thought of internal bleeding I rushed her to the emergency vet, the very expensive emergency vet. A couple of thousand dollars later after every test they had, they could find nothing wrong, told to take her home and watch. Going into the house, I noticed where she pooped was still very red, thought hmmm, if blood it should have darkened. Looking around the house I discovered the problem. She had discovered my stash of Atomic Fireballs. Relief and anger all at the same time, all I could do was hug her and lmao all at the same time.:D:D
 
My daughter had a 25lb orange tabby cat. We were finding hot wing bones all over the house. Curious George got into the trash can. We all heard screaming outside. Poor George had it coming out both ends while screaming. My daughter wasn't home luckily. We gave him milk to break the heat down. He was ok. Ever since it was George want some hot wings?....?.....
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I was stationed in Alaska and we had a new puppy. I came home one evening to find the kids in a panic and the wife scared. Charlie Brown was very sick and throwing up black stuff. It was 5:30 PM, and had been dark for two hours. I found a vet that was still open and she said she'd stay open until we got there. She was on the other side of Anchorage and the outside temperaure was -20.. She checked the puppy and found nothing wrong with him and said just take him home and keep an eye on him. When we got home, I changed into civvies, and soon found the disturbance. Charlie Brown had eaten the black leaher tongue out of both of my combat boots and evidently the leather disagreed with his digestive system. I wore those boots for several years after, and Charlie Brown lived to be 17. I don't know how he made it.
 
Our 100 plus pound pit bull Bob tried to eat a pot roast the wife had just taken out of the oven. I say tried cause he knocked both the roast and the pan on the floor. There have been a few incidents on garbage can itius when Bob decides to knock over the can in the kitchen and chow down on it's contents. He gets yelled at and he'll roll over on his back with his paws in the air. Frank
 
My neighbor used to hunt with Labs. He had one that completely ate 25 lbs of dog food in about 10 minutes. Ready to go the next day.

Sounds like my cat. I buy her an 8 pound bag of expensive science diet cat food. Bag is SUPPOSED to last three month, NEJ, it lasts only four weeks.:(
 
My daughter had a 25lb orange tabby cat. We were finding hot wing bones all over the house. Curious George got into the trash can. We all heard screaming outside. Poor George had it coming out both ends while screaming. My daughter wasn't home luckily. We gave him milk to break the heat down. He was ok. Ever since it was George want some hot wings?....?.....
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My cat did something similar two days ago---only it was with my ''spiced-up'' version of chili. I put about 4 ounces of salsa Verde into one bowl of chili. I'd gone to make a glass of tea, saw Shasta sticking her nose into my bowl and couldn't stop her before she tried it. She licked once or twice, looked at me, leaped to the floor growling at me and ran into the kitchen. I was laughing so much I didn't have to tell her to never stick uninvited noses into what's not hers. I figured her finding out the hard way was all the ''punishment'' she needed. Needless to say, that bowl was wasted and I had to fix another. I offered her some of it but, she refused learning her lesson. I still couldn't help but to laugh. Shasta actually got angry at me for spicing up my own food.
 
Had a mixed breed dog that used to troll the neighborhood and bring home all of the dog dishes she could find. She would line them up by the porch and wait too see if I filled all of them at supper time.....

My folks had a dog that would raid the neighbors chicken coops and steal eggs. He would bring them home unbroken and give them to my Dad. Dad hated getting rid of the dog (it saved on the eggs bill), but the neighbors got wise.

My sister had a large German Shepard that brought home a rug stolen off of a clothes line. No big deal except the rug was a 9X12'.
 
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