My sister-in-law sent me this Hallmark E-card.
It reminds me of A Christmas Story, when the dogs steal the entire turkey.
My own dog, Lucy, once ate half a cake that was on the counter, without spilling it onto the floor! We were out at the time, and she hadn’t belonged to us very long. I should have put it away better! I never had a dog that could reach the counters before. 
Share your stories of your little food thieves.
One of our dogs, Jack, is the bad one. He has stolen sausage links and hot dogs from the counter while I turned my back to prepare something else for the grill.
Although Sandy (the dog with the bones), has stolen a bite of sandwich from me when I wasn’t looking, and stole a cookie out of my daughter’s hand when she was a toddler.
One took my poptart off the table, then leisurely ate it while he stretched out on the floor.
One night I was sitting on the couch shelling field peas and had them in a bowl on my lap. I was sitting longways with my knees up a little, shelling and watching TV. My dear departed Boris would sneak up between my legs and everso gently extend his snout and gingerly take the end of a peapod and sloooooowly pull it out of the bowl. Like if he did it slow enough I wouldn’t notice. I miss that dog.
Lucy would never do that! I can tell she’s a good doggie just by looking at her picture.
Lilith, on the other hand…she nabbed half a pork tenderloin once. Only the presence of company in the house kept her from getting killed that day.
I once lived in a long, rectangular apartment building,three stories high with 6 apartments in a row.
My cat would hike the entire length of the building…3 stories up in the air, like a tightrope walker. She started by jumping up on my balcony railing, then walking along it till she could jump up to a window sill, then walk along the window sill, and then jump down onto the balcony railing of the neighbor’s apartment, along his railing, jump up to his window sill, jump down to the next neighbor’s balcony, etc,etc,etc. Then she would turn around and come back the same way.
(The window sills were wood, so she had some traction for her claws. The balcony railings were 2-inch wide strips of metal, with no traction.)
It scared the hell out of me, but I eventually got used to it and let her roam …
Until the day she came home with a fried chicken wing in her mouth!
I didn’t know which neighbor to apologize to…but I never let the cat onto the balcony again. :).
Lilith looks like an innocent li’l thing! 
Looks can be deceiving, huh? 
Maybe back when that picture was taken! I should have posted the one we took of her last night with sour cream all over her face. (However, the sour cream was freely given in that instance).
My grandparents’ dog, Henry, once got the entire sunday roast.
This was back in the early '70s.
Oh, god. Normally I am pissed at cat owners like this but the imagery has made me laugh so hard. Kitty bringing home fried chicken wings!
Not my own dog, but a Chihuahua belonging to my grandparents (this was many years ago.) They lived on Cape Cod. One summer, he disappeared for quite some time - weeks, IIRC. When he returned to my grandparents, looking just as healthy as when he left, he was carrying a lobster tail.
As far as they can guess, when he left he attached himself to a vacationing family for a few weeks, who fed him. Perhaps they decided to cook lobsters on their last night, and at that point the dog took a tail and left for home again.
The first time Dolly stole food was when she was following Grampy around the kitchen as he meticulously prepared his lunch. He set his sandwich on a plate on the breakfast bar, turned to get some milk and turned back around to no sandwich.
She didn’t get in trouble because I was laughing so hard at my dad’s predicament. How could you be angry with this?!
She also stole a just-fried fish from a drying rack when someone was frying fish in our backyard. I think that was a learning experience for her.
Most recently, I was told she stole a half box of mini donuts from my roommate, who foolishly left them within her reach way down in the basement. I was wondering why she had this new interest in the basement all of a sudden, after not caring for 3 years. Now I know.
My current dog Alli wouldn’t eat a bite until I told her it was OK. In fact I was brushing her two nights ago and never finished, so the brushes are still out along with one of her favorite treats (she hates being brushed) and she hasn’t touched the treat.
Sandy the dog I had growing up once ate an entire plate of raw onions. She was a puppy and we were barbecuing burgers. We had all the fixings on the kitchen table and while we were out checking on the meat she climbed on the table and helped herself to the rest.
Let me tell you onion puppy breath is about the worst smell imaginable.
My niece’s cat Harley has a thing for butter. Even if the butter is covered by the dish lid, she’ll climb on the counter and knock it over to get at that tasty, buttery goodness. It gets worse, though. One day we were preparing to cook some biscuits and had them all arranged on the pan, but the oven wasn’t up to temperature yet, so we went out of the room briefly. When we came back, we were puzzled to discover that where there had once been ten little raw biscuits, there were now nine.
After we put the biscuits in the oven, we discovered the missing tenth biscuit, with a few cat tongue marks and delicate little nibbles out of it. It was sitting on the freshly molested butter.
At least she knows how to combine things properly? :smack:
Boris the cat takes pasta out of the collander if you turn your back for a second. He’s also taken a frozen mini taco off the counter and eaten it.
And people wonder at me training my cats to stay off the counters, tables, and coffee tables. 
(And yes, they have stolen food, even with that training - it just takes them longer to get up the nerve.)
About ten years ago, my ex and I were making omelets one morning. We diced up a bunch of ham, grated some cheese, put them on the kitchen counter, then for whatever reason I decided to take a shower.
Took shower, got out, went to kitchen to finish breakfast. The plates were on the counter, but they were empty. In fact, they looked shiny & clean.
I asked ex “Hey, did you put up the ham & cheese?”
He says “no.”
I say “well, where the heck did they go?”
Were were perplexed for a few minutes, until we noticed dog looking very pleased with herself. She was juuuuuust tall enough to have been able to clean those plates off if she stood on her hind legs.
I’ve solved the problem by only having short dogs from then on.
My cat Manny steals at every chance he gets. Not people food, but he loves to steal out of the dog’s bowl.
My dearly departed canine companion, Indiana, was a master food thief. Standing rib roasts, roasted chickens, loaves of bread, rat poison (not the cause of her demise), soda cans and bottles, etc. Several of these she sneaked right past people who just happened to not be paying attention. The only time she got caught was the time she tried to take a full-length baguette through her medium-sized dog door. It was impossible not to laugh at her as she tried to get through the door only to be stymied by the bread being too wide. If we had not hear the thump, thump, thump of her repeated attempts, she would eventually have figured out to chomp it into pieces before transporting it to the yard for tasty consumption.
The last great Mojo did the same thing to a sandwich my niece was carrying. Just came right up behind her, and took i
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