Bernie, the big black hairbag of a border collie mix, got into the guest room when my daughter came here and ate most of her chocolate Santa. Daughter’s fault for leaving the door open and the Santa down low.
MIL’s cairn terrier is way too short to get to the tables of goodies, so she only got what she was given, as far as we know.
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Several years ago, one of my uncle’s dogs ate a roll of paper towels and chewed open a bottle of castor oil at my grandmother’s house. My aunt said they were taking the dog out of the car about every 15 minutes on the way home.
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Well, the dog had the right idea… he just needed to learn to mix the ingredients in the proper order.
I can so relate to the OP. My dog is, no surprise, a beagle. I should have been suspicious when he wasn’t under my feet as we were unwrapping presents, as he usually goes nuts any time I am out of sight. (Separation anxiety, you think?) I finally realized he was not around and sprinted for the (finished) basement, where we had eaten Christmas dinner.
Yep. He had taken the secured trash can down and scattered the contents about. I picked up the mess and went back upstairs to rejoin the family. Boomer Ostragoth followed, and within about 5 minutes, deposited about a pint of barf on the living room carpet.