Poorly Maggie

I was very naughty had a mint viscount biscuits yesterday. Left the roll up wrapper, went into other room, then realised that Maggie would get it, well she did eat it, and know a bit poorly,. Read advice online, just have to wait. So no chasing the pheasant.

[Calliope153]

Always worrying but it will reappear. My dad's Labrador survived eating:

ballooons

string (!)

2 packs of butter

3 boxes of chocolates (in one go) Christmas

a whole Christmas pudding (served 8)

part of a road cone

and anything else left on the work top. He worked in league with the cat. The cat would go onto the work surface and push anything the dog was after close to the edge..... we were never sure whether the cat was being helpful or was plotting to finish the dog off....

The dog was one of a litter delivered by my brother;s vet girlfriend who warned us she had met said dog's dad on the operating table where she had removed:

gardening glove

ladies tights

a deflated ball and various items of washing stolen from the line

from the dog's intestines. Cost the owner a fortune.

Hope that gave you a bit of a smile and some comfort Maggie will be ok in a day or so. Who knows you might even get a wrapped dropping!

[Hidden in reply to Calliope153]

Oh it did and I thought my daughter dog was bad, but your dad dog is a classic.

[Nathan53 in reply to Hidden]

Well you are very naughty. Years ago I was looking after a friend's dog while she was on holiday. A full sized white poodle called Harvey. I think it was really missing it's owner. She told me he was a greedy dog and to keep all sweet things out of its way. Harvey followed me all over the house and watched everything I did. She used to make and decorate cakes and had just finished a birthday cake and stored it in a cupboard. She went out and an hour later returned with Harvey looking very guilty. She was shocked to see the door to front room had opened and the cupboard door was open with remains of cake around the floor. Needless to say Harvey was later sick and my friend was frantically baking and icing a cake which was required the next day. Anyway I thought I had stored everything away but one day I had left a carrier back pushed to back of worktop with biscuits in. Before I discovered it was missing I took Harvey for long walk in country he kept straining and I was mortified to see him passing said carrier bag that his hire were in. I had visions of having to take him to get and never being trust again but all was well. I still don't know how he managed to get to the back of the worktop.

[Hidden in reply to Nathan53]

Lol I feel better I'm not only one leaving things.

[Calliope153 in reply to Nathan53]

was he friendly with a cat?

[Nathan53 in reply to Calliope153]

He was friendly with all. The thing is he was huge, really imposing. He used to race around and wouldn't return when called. I would take him down to beach and before I knew it he was chasing to the far end out if sight. He wore me out that week. I wasn"t used to having a pet not having had a dog since childhood. He would charge up to a German Shepherd or Great Dane behaving stupidly and they would look as if to say 'What is this & get out of my face before going for him' I soon learned I couldn't let him off leash. He was great big softie. We once came face to face with a woman who had 3 poodles but they were all buffed you know when people have them clipped and coiffered whereas Harvey as just butch and wild. He looked like he was in a dream when he saw them me yanking him back on lead

[Sunnie2day in reply to Nathan53]

I had a Boxer who could jump 5 foot high from a standing start. I think he thought he was part jack rabbit. If I recall correctly Standard Poodles (and the smaller versions just not quite as high) can do the same sort of standing jump - it is entirely possible your house-guest sprang up on the worktop for his treat!

That or he enlisted the assistance of a cat - scroll up to see Calliope's post reporting a cat-dog team

[Nathan53 in reply to Sunnie2day]

And I only discovered after he went home that Poodles were traditionally gun and hunting dogs so it all made sense then. I love to see cat / dog teams. Maybe I will volunteer at a Rescue Centre when this is all over with a view to adopting. Take care