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Sort of; it appears to be a complicated matter.
We used to have a dog who ate table scraps, almost exclusively. He would eat anything—except beans of any kind. Green, pinto, whatever—Filo’d eat everything else but leave every bean behind.
I also used to have a Border Collie that ate the green beans, cukes, and tomatoes off the vine. Well, she didn’t like the tomatoes until she saw that I was eating the RED ones. After that, Wednesday ate every single ripe tomato within her reach.
I planted the tomatoes OUTSIDE the fence the following yer.
My aunt had a dog that subsisted mostly on cooked vegetables.
We had an airedale that ate a box of crayons, and then shit in rainbow colors for several days thereafter.
I don’t think we’ve identified any human food that my current golden will not eat. Lately I’ve been buying a lot of apples and pears in an attempt to get more fruit into my diet. Buster comes running as soon as he hears me pulling out a knife and the cutting board, and loves to eat the cores.
My last golden was an absolute fiend for butter. It was uncanny, the way Clover could sense butter being used from anywhere in the house. Don’t get me wrong - she was perfectly happy to eat all manner of things. But butter was in a class by itself. We often joked that we shuld hve named her Butter.
I’ve yet to own a dog who didn’t become a slavering idiot whenever I pulled out the peanut butter jar. Sure there are some dogs who don’t like it, but they’ve never crossed my path.
The second dog we owned, I would peel carrots and cucumbers while standing over her food bowl, and she would scarf up the peels as quickly as she could manage.
I recently posted this about OBL:
Make steak, chicken, turkey, fish, or pasta, he’d be in the other room, even while we were eating he’d lie in the other room. However, if you’d get out stuff for salad, he’d come & beg & beg & beg while you were there cutting it up. Lettuce & carrots were his favorite, but he’d also sit there begging while someone cut up onions or garlic. Offer him a piece & he’d sniff, violently turn his head away & eventually walk away disappointed.
Since you hear about dogs in pre-enlightened times subsisting entirely on table scraps and eating what had to be horribly unbalanced diets, it’s a wonder they survived any length of time without dying of malnutrition or other disorders.
Labradors will eat pretty much anything, organic or inorganic (rocks and socks are among the preferred menu items).
HA! Reminds me my father had a weenie dog that somehow got onto the table and ate a whole pizza that was wrapped in foil. He said the backyard was glittery for a week!
Labs - heart of gold, stomach of iron, head of rocks.
Ours will not eat raw veggies and fruit, except for apples and he will chew on grass, probably to aid the digestion of what ever horrors he has found, anything that stays down 2 out of 3 is considered good eating, moose crap being a favorite. Cheese is probably his ambrosia , open the chees drawer in the fridge and you will hear a sudden rumble as he piles off of whatever he was sleeping on and comes running.
I know chocolate is bad for dogs (relative to the size of the dog) but I opened a brand new bar, took a piece off, ate it, rewrapped it, and put it on the coffee table. Got out of the shower, no candy bar. But there was a cute little ball of aluminum foil on the floor.
He was fine.
Long ago we had a St. Bernard who stole and entire 8-oz package of cream cheese and ate it, foil wrapper and all. Everything eventually came out (ha!) OK.
My dog would eat everything (including lots of inedible stuff) except grapes. He’s snarf up a grape if you gave him one, then spend several minutes chewing at it in an exaggerated fashion. Then, he’d ever so delicately spit it out, undamaged. Quite a fellow.
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Don’t they all have that look down pat ? I know that mine will stand by an overflowing bowl of food, ready to chow down, but… if you’re eating something, she will adopt the “poor starving doggie” look until you give her some of your food.
So. Here’s the short story. I read to him when my husband goes up to bed. He’s a pygmie pony sized German Shepherd (165 lbs.) who loves to lay in my lap and when I’m reading before I go to bed, I read to him. He also makes various noises when I ask him questions about the book I’m reading to him. And yes, I do voices sometimes of various charcters in the book. One evening, and yes, before you ask, beer and other beverages were involved, I started moo-ing at him because the book was talking about a farm. He picked up on it and it cracked me up so much I gave him a Meaty Bone (his favorite treat) when he moo-ed. So now, he moos for treats.
And before anyone asks, YES I know I was an idiot to encourage my dog to moo. I was bored and half drunk and have a somewhat intelligent dog - so shoot me. 
One of my husband’s favorite things is the dip you make with a lb. of ground beef, a lb. of breakfast sausage, and a lb. of Velveeta (there’s other ingredients as well - but I’m trying to keep it short - and this is the stuff you put on party rye and broil then serve - those appetizers). We bought the big carton of Velveeta (like 3 pounds or something) and sliced off a third and put it on a paper plate while we chopped other stuff. We turned our backs to do something else and when we turned around - THIRTY SECONDS LATER - the ENTIRE paper plate was empty. And Baron was licking his chops. That is the ONLY time he’s ever stolen food - but damn, it was funny as hell. We called him Velveeta breath for awhile after that.
Yes - yes he does. He’s like a vulture! And I hate it when he drools on our feet when we’re eating - jeez - sit down - you know you’ll get some sooner or later!
My 2 dogs eat just about anything. One’s a Kelpie and the other a German Shepherd Kelpie Cross.
Their staple diet is tinned food mixed with dry food but they also get any and all table scraps that don’t involve cooked bones, plus any leftovers from the fridge that didn’t get eaten.
I watched the Shepherd the other week scarfing down a bowl of mixed left overs when he found the Brussel Sprouts. Damn it was funny.
He picked it up real careful and instead of chewing it, sort of sucked it a bit then gently put it on the ground next to the bowl and just looked at it for 3 seconds.
Pick it up, another suck, start of a chew, put down and look at it again.
Repeated this twice more, then must have thought “To hell with it and picked it up chewed and swallowed”
Looked over at the old girl (the Kelpie) and she’d just about finished her bowl and had 3 nice clean Brussel sprouts sitting on the ground next to it.