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That reminds me,a mate at school had a golden lab,and it licked all the Vaseline out of a jar,one day when no one was home.Quote:
Originally Posted by RANDLOVER
My sons Kooley got on the kitchen bench one day when they were out,and ate a chocolate birthday cake.Not some of it,the whole cake.[smilebigeye]
It got very sick and the vet gave it something to bring it back up.
Last year I was ill advised enough to leave half a loaf of sliced bread too close to the edge of the sink when I went to town. Took it under the couch to eat it, at least that is where I found the undamaged wrapper. She didn't leave a crumb. I have no doubt that if I left a cake in a vulnerable position it would be gone.
I'd helped a mate kill one of his pigs and was preparing it for the butchering and freezer. We'd decided to make brawn from the bits and pieces of it and so had cut the ears off and trimmed the head up ready for the pot. One of the ears had a very large ID ear tag in it. I next saw this ear tag in an x-ray at the vets two weeks later with a very sick dog the current holder-of-the-tag.
When the vet removed the tag, I was able to dremel the dogs name into it and attached it to her collar... a very expensive reminder of the gannet-like nature of her appetite.
Back in the '90s, my dear wife kindly offered to look after her niece's Cavalier King Charles for a week while the niece and her hubby had a well earned holiday.
We were informed that the houndy had a voracious appetite and not to leave anything remotely edible, lying around.
One the second day of custody, the precious pup forced its way into a closed cupboard and ate an entire, unopened box of rat poison!
Two nights at the vets and a substantial amount of spondulicks later, the beast was back to its ravenous best!
Two days and nights of wondering what to say to the couple, if worst came to worst, on their return.
I just got back from a trip to pick up the mail - my dear dog decided she did not want to get in the car, but wanted to go back inside, so I let her. She went through the office wastepaper basket - nothing remotely edible in it.
Had shot some rabbits for dog food. Was skinning them and throwing them to the side as finished each. Was not until I finished and saw the last of it disappearing down the throat that one of the dogs had eaten a skin fur and all. Must have had a stomach ache for a while but did not show any ill effects. Cannot say it did it again though
Sandy's been with us a year and a half.
She'll certainly keep the Lilyfield herd in the right yard. [biggrin]Quote:
Originally Posted by cuppabillytea
Her favourite job is hurting cats.
My Henry – Cav Spaniel – and I were subject to another dog attack last week. Like normal he's on his lead and we're poking around in a a stream side reserve. Suddenly there are two dogs some 15 metres away staring at us....well Henry. One is a Greyhound and the other is a Borzoi. No leads, no muzzles and no owner in sight.
Well the Borzoi launched himself at us. Trying to shield Henry from it I pulled him into behind me to use a tree as a back stop barrier and I'm the front barrier to try and limit the Borzois access to Henry..
The Borzoi – they are a Russian Wolfhound - wanted Henry and was trying to grab him. In turn I was one handed hanging onto Henrys' lead and with the other I'm punching the crap out of the Borzoi just as fast and as hard as I could, not in the hope of stopping him but of interfering with his grabs at Henry. Luckily the greyhound did not join in but just stood there and watched. A couple of times the Borzoi swung on me and I remember thinking this could be nasty but he never actually bit me.
After some 5 minutes of this I heard some one calling the dogs – which they ignored - he was a long way off. Eventually he came – with only one lead – and called his dogs in and reluctantly they went to him. His only words were – 'sorry about that'.
No idea who he was – certainly not a local. But gee whiz......my knuckles were sore that night.