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One day Mr. S was working around the house and suggested that I run to Subway for lunch. I went, ordered a footlong, and had it cut into four pieces (easier to eat). Came home, unwrapped the sandwich on the kitchen table, took one piece for myself, and went to find Mr. S and tell him that lunch was served.
We came back to find two pieces left.
On a hunch we went to check the small piece of carpet where Miss Emily the springer spaniel liked to take treats. Yup . . . telltale shreds of lettuce. She never liked to eat lettuce.
It cracked us up that she didn’t take the whole sandwich, but just one piece, her fair share. And of course she watched us like a hawk as we ate the rest: “Boy, that sure looks good! I wish I knew what that tasted like!” Nice try. 
Miss Phyllis (also a springer spaniel) likes to walk along the counters on her hind legs, which puts her nose at counter height, and see if there’s anything interesting up there. We have to make sure to put anything tempting back far enough that she can’t reach it.
When Bugeyes was but a wee tiny 12 ounce kitten, she attempted the theft of an eight pound beef tenderloin. Little brat got it halfway down the table before I noticed.
Batcat once stole half of a Papa John’s large. We were really broke at the time, so we picked it up and ate it anyway.
Cats aren’t allowed in the dining room anymore.:rolleyes:
I had just sat down with a rib-eye that I pulled off the grill. Thoughtfully chewing on the first few bites, I was thinking there was something I was forgetting, then it hit me. Eclipse! I grabbed the kids, and dashed out the front door, just in time to see the full eclipse, and watched for a little bit. We all came back in to see our beagle Beau, furiously chewing on my rib-eye.
GES
This little gal was a foster kitten that I adopted. She weighed barely a pound when she executed a lovely leap right across my mother’s dinner plate, snagging a piece of cream sauce covered chicken in the process. A short while later I discovered she couldn’t handle dairy when she horked it up. She became expert at lurking and waiting until I left the kitchen to strike. When she hoovered up a bowl of grated cheese, with the expected result I had to clean up later, I realized I had to train her to stop stealing food. This was done rather successfully. She now will wait patiently while I eat, staring at me with her best cute face and hoping for a nibble. There was a possible lapse last weekend though. I had left a chicken strip on a baking sheet on top of the stove and later found it in the floor between the little girl and the fat orange fellow (who will eat anything he can reach-food or not). He probably jumped up and got it down but she dearly loves chicken so I’m not sure if she did it instead. She’s on probation for now.
With all the critters I have had in my lifetime, it is inevitable that they have stolen food… but there are a couple of funny instances that stand out in my mind.
My first Gordon, Holly, was a saint among dogs. I mean, she never did ANYTHING wrong. But there was this one time… I was working 2nd shift in a factory and had had a bitch of a night. I was tired and hungry, so I came home with the intention of fixing a grilled cheese sandwich and going to bed. Have you ever been so tired that your brain is kinda fuzzy? Yeah… that’s how I was that night.
I got the bread, butter and cheese out and had it sitting on the counter. My mother called me to ask something from down the hall, and I stepped out of the kitchen to answer, then right back in. The bread and butter were still sitting there, but there was no cheese. My first thought: Wow… I really AM tired, I put the cheese back in the fridge without getting any out of the package.
And then Holly’s eyes rolled back in her head and she started quivering. Her body went stiff and she dramatically fell over on her back, her tail wiggling between her legs in an I’m sorry-I’m sorry-I’m sorry gesture. Anyone that has dogs will recognize it. I said… “What?” and then… it dawned on me. I peeled her lips back and sure enough… there was cheese between her teeth! I will never know what made her think that was a good idea, but she never did it again!
More recently: I had bought one of those kinda expensive loaves of flat bread… this one had pepperoni and cheese baked into it, and I had split it, made a nice tomato sauce and kinda sorta made little pizzas… whatever it was, it was DELICIOUS… one of the best experiments I have ever done. I had made 2- one for lunch, 1 to take to work the next day. I had just taken a bite or 2, and it started to rain, so I got up to let my PRESENT Gordons in. Now… these dogs NEVER steal food, Ever. So, I left my plate sitting on the desk in front of the computer and went to open the back door.
My boy Nick came in, doing the loud snuffling-sniffing thing, and charged across the room at a beautiful, showy trot… straight to my lunch. I realized-too late- just how PURPOSEFUL that trot was, and he reached up and delicately grabbed the edge of the crust in his little front teeth and yanked it off the edge of the plate and onto the floor… upside down. I yelled his name, and he backed off with an uh-oh look on his face. I fed it to Kharma and Cricket and made Nick watch them enjoying the treat.
One last funny one… Last Thanksgiving time, my best friend Pat had come out to visit… She is in a wheelchair from a horrible car wreck that almost took her life, and it was the first traveling she had been able to do. She has Labradors, so she is used to big dogs, but hers are kennel dogs, not house dogs, and Labs are a little less… agile than Gordons.
I had made a pot of chili (several days before Thanksgiving) and we had eaten already. I was letting the leftovers cool before putting it in the fridge. I had left Pat sitting in the dining room for a moment while I went to the other end of the house for something, and I suddenly hear her screaming, in a high pitched panic-stricken voice, “Gordon! Pot! Gordon! Chili!” over and over.
It seems my Gordon Girl Kharma was standing on her hind legs, front feet on the stove, with her looooooonnng neck arched up and over the edge of the pot, helping herself to some chili! :eek: Pat said her entire head had just… disappeared into the pot, and she couldn’t tell if it was Kharma or Nick.
Now… Gordons tend to be very gassy dogs, anyway (There are actually window stickers available on eBay that have a Gordon on them and say ‘Caution- a farting Gordon Setter lives here’) so after Kharma’s little chili theft… you can only imagine what we had the rest of the day. :gag:
My son’s pet rat Remy once got out of his cage in the middle of the night.
When he couldn’t find Remy in the morning we went searching and in the kitchen discovered that he had taken ¼ cup extra-virgin olive oil, 1 large onion, chopped into chunks, 3 garlic cloves, minced, 1 small red bell pepper, cut into 1-inch squares, 1 small yellow bell pepper, cut into 1-inch squares, 1 small green bell pepper, cut into 1-inch squares, 1½ pounds fresh tomatoes coarsely chopped , 1 small can tomato paste, ½ teaspoon dried thyme, ½ teaspoon dried rosemary, 1 teaspoon dried basil, 1 dried bay leaf, 1 teaspoon salt, ½ teaspoon pepper, 1 medium eggplant, unpeeled, cut into chunks, 2 average zucchini, unpeeled, cut into chunks.
Further investigation told us that Remy had heated the oil in a large pot with a heavy bottom over medium heat. Added the onions and sautéd them until translucent, then added garlic and cooked for an additional minute. Once onions were a light golden color, he had added the peppers and cooked for five minutes. Mixed in the tomatoes, tomato paste, thyme, rosemary, basil, bay leaves, salt and pepper. Then added the eggplant and zucchini and cooked for about 5 minutes.
Then Remy had reduced the heat to low, covered and simmered until the vegetables were tender - probably about 30 minutes, we guessed. Looking in the kitchen tidy showed us that he had removed the bay leaf before serving, probably with some crusty bread.
We never did find that rat and I often wonder what became of him because he sure made a nice Ratatouille.
Three hours ago, I rang up a customer’s three pie shells, which she had to run out and buy because her dog ate the ones she had off the counter.
My dog steals objects to swap for food! He found out that when we visit my mums, rather than chase after him to get something he’d took a shine to out of his mouth, she would offer him a biscuit, instead. Now whenever we go there, he’ll grab anything that’s not screwed down and barks like mad if you take it off him without giving him a biscuit! 
Our late, great Dalmatian, Pixel, once polished off a stick of butter that was on the counter, softening. That was the worst we’ve experienced.
My MIL had a big ol’ basset hound named Sugar who managed to hoist her lazy self up to the table where 2 pounds of fudge was cooling. She snarfed it all down! No, it didn’t hurt her, other than getting scolded by MIL. Sugar had a stomach of iron, I think.
I don’t know about dogs and eating stuff; my friend had a half black lab/half basset hound who ate a can of Coke once, with no ill effects. Yes, he ate the CAN.
My cat will walk right up to me and take a bite out of a sandwich in my hand.
The dogs are better. Usually.
When adorable puppy Joe was a bit younger, he learned why you don’t take people food off of tv trays. He reached up, sniffed, and delicately wrapped his teeth around something on my husband’s plate… while my husband was sitting right there. This was back in his completely emo “I can’t stand it when people scold me” phase, so the immediate reaction caused him to slump to the floor with those giganic ears drooping down to cartoonish effect.
My girl Felon (obligatory puppy shot) would never do that. But when she’s left at home alone, all bets are off. There was the time she took a 5-pound bag of flour from the kitchen, jumped up on the couch, and shook it like prey. Then there was the time she broke into the garbage can and got Mycotoxin poisoning. But the most hilarious was the time we came home to… SOMETHING scattered all over the kitchen floor. We walk further in and encounter… is that a WALNUT? As if to confirm it, Felon nonchalantly walks over and starts to eat the walnut. Shell and all. Crunch crunch crunch. She had liberated a bag of mixed nutcracker-type-table nuts from somewhere and partied hearty, chomping right through the shells. We pulled her off of her walnut feast after we managed to stop laughing.
Every now and then we’ll look at her and say “Walnuts?? WTF?”
Some years ago when I was sharing a house, my housemate brought home a bagful of 2 dozen freshly cooked crabs for dinner. She put the bag down on the dining room table; while we were in the kitchen getting plates and crab-eating utensils, her sister’s dog, a large German Shepherd we were dog-sitting, consumed at least 5 or 6 of the crabs before he was caught. He apparently gulped them down whole, shells and all, with only a few scattered legs flung aside. We were still finding stray little crab legs under the dining room furniture weeks later.
Jimbo the pit bull never tries to take food unless he’s certain he can get it. The only time this happens is if we leave it out when we’re not at home.
The worst he ate was a bag of brown sugar. I only realized what had happened after I had sopped up an undefinable yellowy-brown mucus-y kind of substance from in front of the refrigerator, and then I found a chewed-up and empty brown sugar bag. Ick.
I think my late lamented springer spaniel tried to steal a watermelon once. He loved the stuff.
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Our dogs are generally really good about not taking food unless it’s given to them, but that sometimes leads to a false sense of security. After work one evening, I came home and cooked up some Italian sausage for dinner. I sauteed some peppers and onions, and fixed up a nice sandwich on a hoagie roll. Put it on the table, scratched Dakota behind the ears for a second, and went to the bathroom. I returned to a lovely pepper and onion sandwich.
We have a big pear tree in the backyard. A few times last fall, I looked out the kitchen window and saw Gala up on her hind legs, mouth open, lunging at the low-hanging pears on the bottom branches.
Our late beagle, used to eat any food we left out, or from the garbage. We had to put our kitchen garbage can under the sink to keep him out of it.
We tried to be so careful not to leave anything out, but he got into things a few times. The worst being some Taco Bell leftovers. He ate the wrappers and all!
Let me tell you…those were not some easy to pick up poops!
He was so wacky and would punish himself after he did something like that. So, if we woke up and found him in his kennel looking guilty, we knew he had gotten in the garbage or something.
Licking butter was a favorite of his too. Now we have to hide the butter from our 5 year old(human boy). We find his finger prints in it all the time!
Our Dachshund made of with most of a brisket when she was about five months old.
She didn’t get very far