Cute story, and very typical. My daughter worked for a vet for years. Believe me, they've heard everything. My worst/best dog stories involved Snickers. A wooly Jack Russell mix I rescued from the dog pound. He was decently behaved food wise, but was into Christmas big time. Literally. Nobody imagined he'd want to open presents under the tree and one of them involved a cannister of bright blue chalk-line powder my daughter had bought for her step dad. Did I mention brand new gold carpeting? I had gotten the man a rather expensive watch, because it had just gone on super sale and he needed one. That present made it to his wrist, but he laid it on an end table Christmas night and the next morning it was gone. The kids and I found the remnants of the watch strewn on the floor of the bedroom behind the door. Nothing was left of it but the stem and part of the case. My son says "We have a REAL watchdog. He even has ticks. Bringing that dog home wasn't the most popular thing I ever did where my ex was concerned, and I am normally an honest and open person. But, I felt very sorry for the dog, so spent the entire next day calling around to stores looking for an exact duplicate. Well, I found out why it was on sale. It was a discontinued model. The fates smiled on me that day and I was able to locate one more and I beat it to the store on my way home from work and shelled out another hunk of my hard earned cash. I carefully placed the new watch under the same end table he remembered putting it on and then the ex "found" it that night. I chided him about being more careful with his belongings and nobody ever ratted on the dog or me. I looked in the mirror that night fully expecting my nose to have grown an inch or two.

LOL! I will be sharing this with DS. When he was in the baking and pastry program at the local Joint Vocational School, his nick name was the Pillsbury Dough Boy. Yes he was "fluffy" then, lost way too much weight after high school, and has gained it all back again, unfortunately. He did need to gain back some, as he was too thin, to the point I think he was malnourished at the time, but as he had moved out, I had no control over what/how/when he ate. He still can giggle like the Dough Boy!

Oh, No!!!! My Sis has collected Pillsbury Dough Boy stuff for years. Now that he is deceased, the value of the collection should rise. LOL Dottie

Amber's rottweiler, Baby lived with us and one day she ate a bag of chocolate and peanut butter chips. The vet had us give her a little peroxide and so I did. She did vomit. I really hated putting that in her mouth. But great funny Jas. Sue