Reading Washerwoman's comments about food reminded me of the antics of two of my dogs, at different times. One day my OH went into the kitchen to see our Westie staggering about. Then he noticed a frozen chicken on the floor. It must have landed on her head.
One day staying in our friends house we left our blind Cairn in the bedroom whilst we went to see the bank manager. I'd forgotten that the shopping bag that I'd left in the room had a new bar of chocolate in it, unopened. When we got back I saw the wrapping on the floor - she'd taken the bar out of the shopping, out of a plastic bag, found her way through the cardboard and foil wrappings and eat it all. A quick trip to the vet, an overnight stay on a drip and 2 morphine shots later plus £130 out of pocket she was OK.
On the way back to France we stopped overnight at my SIL's house. Next morning we were loading up the car with Flora in her nest. We'd only been gone a few minutes and she'd found a tupperware box, with a lid, which contained a tuna sandwich from our previous journey. All of which she'd eaten.
The worst food story involved the boxer pet of a friend. She'd left the mixture for a very rich boozy Christmas cake on the table overnight, as one does. Next morning she went into the kitchen to find an awful mess and a groaning dog. He'd eaten the lot.
Writing these posts has brought back memories of all my pets. We have several files of photos printed by my OH, one of which is devoted to happy snaps and most of those are of our pets, dogs and cats. When I'm older I have these photos to remind me of them all.