*blinks* Wow. That is DEFINITELY some determination there.
Our dog-and-food incidents didn't really correlate to big meals. They were more like, oh, the time Gigi snagged a Tupperware container off the kitchen counter and ate through the plastic in order to scarf the Oreos it was holding. Or the time she ate half a vacuum-sealed brick of Maxwell House coffee. (The shocking thing about that is that she stopped before finishing it, and then apparently learned her lesson and never went after coffee again.) Or the time we coated a guaranteed indestructible rubber dog toy in peanut butter so she'd pay attention to it, and then of course she ate half the toy. *headdesk* Gigi also ate plastic noses off stuffed animals, limbs off of Barbies, and buttons off of clothes left on the floor. There were reasons we called her a living vacuum cleaner. Actually, one of the biggest adjustments I had to make when moving out of my parents' house was realizing that if I dropped food on the floor, I would have to pick it up myself because it wouldn't simply vanish within five seconds.
I think the most normal food snatching Gigi did was when she somehow dragged a blueberry pie off a table at my Aunt Jan's house and licked the whole tin clean.
Dottie -- my parents' current dog -- is more discriminating in her tastes, though she will still jump onto a chair and push her head onto the dinner table given half a chance. *wry*
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Our dog-and-food incidents didn't really correlate to big meals. They were more like, oh, the time Gigi snagged a Tupperware container off the kitchen counter and ate through the plastic in order to scarf the Oreos it was holding. Or the time she ate half a vacuum-sealed brick of Maxwell House coffee. (The shocking thing about that is that she stopped before finishing it, and then apparently learned her lesson and never went after coffee again.) Or the time we coated a guaranteed indestructible rubber dog toy in peanut butter so she'd pay attention to it, and then of course she ate half the toy. *headdesk* Gigi also ate plastic noses off stuffed animals, limbs off of Barbies, and buttons off of clothes left on the floor. There were reasons we called her a living vacuum cleaner. Actually, one of the biggest adjustments I had to make when moving out of my parents' house was realizing that if I dropped food on the floor, I would have to pick it up myself because it wouldn't simply vanish within five seconds.
I think the most normal food snatching Gigi did was when she somehow dragged a blueberry pie off a table at my Aunt Jan's house and licked the whole tin clean.
Dottie -- my parents' current dog -- is more discriminating in her tastes, though she will still jump onto a chair and push her head onto the dinner table given half a chance. *wry*