My dog Abby used to eat crickets and grasshoppers. She just couldn’t resist chasing them when they jumped around, and of course her natural instinct when she caught them was to eat them. It was pretty disgusting listening to <crunch crunch crunch> knowing that it was an ugly black cricket she was chewing on. She didn’t seem to have any ill effects, though.
I was cooking some burgers on a grill once, my Siberian chomped one off the grill, chewed it a bit, swallowed it, and apparently, it was too hot, 'cos he puked it right back up. Then, he proceeded to eat it again.
My cat Napoleon (as well as my cat Polly who I had when I was growing up) looooves June Bugs. In the summer they buzz around the living room windows and sometimes I’ll open the screen just a crack so some can get it. It’s pretty gross hearing him crunch them, and once he had a leg stuck in his whiskers, but he seems to like them so much, who am I to object? I won’t let him eat houseflies anymore though. I am just totally grossed out by that. He also like raw potato and lettuce.
My cat George eats stuff off the floor. Paper chad, dust bunnies, fluff that leaks out of the sofa where they’re using it as a scratching post. It’s no wonder he’s the one with the hairball problem.
My shepherd/lab mix once ate her leather collar – yes, the one she was wearing at the time. Still no idea how she managed that.
My dog Phyllis’s favorite beverage is bathwater. I think she likes the fruity bubble bath flavor.
Our “pigdog” Buckwheat liked to eat stuff out of our burning pile.
One day I decided to clean out the glass globe covering the light fixture in the front hallway. I got up on the ladder and removed the globe, and a bunch of dead bugs fell out onto the carpet. I went to wash the globe and came back with the vacuum, only to find Miss Emily happily crunching away on the dead ladybugs. Ewwww. I didn’t need the vacuum after all.
One of the kitties who lives at my house eats hairties. Last time he puked, there were about ten visible hairties in it. I wondered where they all went. I wish I didn’t know.
Max the cat will happily chow down on bees, spiders, mice, etc., but the thing that bewilders me is his taste for newspaper. It’s not just a licking thing (that’s a lengthy category unto itself); he will actually consume it until I stop him.
My friend’s dog tried to eat her pantyhose once. She noticed the toe hanging out of his mouth, and not knowing what it was at first, pried open his mouth and pulled … and pulled … he’d swallowed them more or less whole.
Another friend’s dog ate a cassette tape once. That was ugly.
[ul][li]Lint - one of my cats will eat little lint-balls he finds in the bathroom or elsewhere. He seems to enjoy it at least as much as eating real bugs. Yeah, the cleaning lady’s been on vacation.[]Vomit - my dog will frequently eat his own or either one of the cats’. []Used tissue - my dog again, of course. I bought covered garbage cans for the bathroom once I discovered this, so I luckily never found out if used tampons are to his liking.Plastic - well, not really eat, but chew on. One of my cats loves to chew on the plastic handles on garbage bags, the plastic shower curtain in the bathroom, etc.[/ul][/li]
A lot of these are not really so unusual, though.
Other than the usual (garbage, bugs, etc.) my dog Bobbi eats dry-wall.
And not pieces of it left lying around after renovations: she’ll dig into the wall to eat the stuff!
Negative reinforcement dissuades her from doing this all the time, but when she forgets (for some reason dogs have very poor memories for these types of things…) I end up having to plaster and re-paint…and re-apply a fresh dose of negative reinforcement.
She used to have a similar fetish for wicker furniture, but thankfully all that crap left with my ex.
I had a dry-wall-eating dog, bug-eating cats, cat-shit-eating dogs, a dog that ate shitty diapers, and a bath-water drinking cat. My friend’s dog eats ROCKS. Just lays there crunching down on 'em and eating them. Lava Rocks. Disgusting.
A little explanation may be in order. In the house I in which I grew up, if you used the toilet and flushed before getting in the shower, you’d be treated to 5-10 minutes of scalding water. So, the standard procedure was to do your dirty sinful business before getting in the shower and leaving it to flush after the shower. Frequently the turd would float there for hours when its owner forgot to flush after showering. That’s where Barney would come in. He’d sneak in there and fish the turd out of the tank, then proceed to settle down with it under the kitchen table.
The Gundy family learned three things from this situation after a few go-rounds:
Don’t forget to flush.
There is nothing quite so disgusting as having to return your own turd to the toilet, except –
Catching a whiff of Barney’s breath after one of his turd-fishing expeditions.
My neighbor’s dog eats cat turds. Maybe he misunderstood “Sit”.
When I was a kid our dog ate an old handtowel. I remember he crapped most of it out but this one long string took forever to come out. He’d run around the yard with the string hanging out his butt and Mom would chase him with a rake trying to get the rest out. At last she pinned it against the ground and he ran off until it finally unspooled itself… pop.
LOL@Gundy*
My cat Rumpleteazer has an affinity for those little red stringy things that go around pieces of bologna from the market. She will do ANYTHING to get to them and last night I learned she knows how to open doors with proper knobs because I shut the pantry door(where the garbage can is located)and she still managed to get in there.
After learning my lesson the hard way (chewy puppy who destroyed many valuable things - including the carpet) I learned to keep my stuff picked up. Anything that could be chewed was put away, especially after