um, yeahhhh, dude, i feel yer pain!! unfortunately, my mom and dad are pretty good about keeping things away from me, BUT, sometimes when mom is out walking the pit bull, i'll bust past the baby gate that separates me and the cat litter.....yeah, i'll admit it. i eat poop. cat poop. well, what do you expect, i'm a bloodhound? if i can eat it, i will. i'm bad like that! i'll eat their food, too, if mom is so dumb to leave it in smelling range, haha!those cats think they are sooo smart. heh.
OMG...I am obsessed with cat food too!!!My Mom thought she would be smart and put it up. I am smarter though...I can still get to it!! Don't tell her though. I wait till mom gets in the shower and then I eat all the cat food I can get then check out the litter box too. Somehow mom always knows when I eat cat poo...I dont know...something about poo breath or the little pebbles stuck to my nose.... I am not sure, she just always knows!!
Please don't think I'm an animal...I was just minding my own business in the backyard when I stumbled upon a small nest of baby bunnies. I will spare you the details of their fate, except to say that I had to go to the vet and he ratted me out with an X-ray. I still enjoy the morsels of bunny poo, though I think the bunnies have wised up and raise their young outside my yard nowadays. On a lighter note, I have counter-surfed a big raw sweet potato, some jalapeno peppers, a ham bone, and some holiday chocolate. Oh, and then there was this one time when my mom left me in the car for 5 minutes while she went inside the bank. This family pack of IceBreakers Hot Cinnamon gum kept calling out to me. I had to eat it all; well, most of it. The outer packaging was sort of tough but the rest was yummy, if not a little fiery! I had the best smelling breath for the rest of the day!!
Ummm, I once hunted down, opened, and ate all my aunts candy bars for her school fundraiser. It was 30 lbs of really yummy milk chocolate. Mom and Dad came back and found me, and they were sure I was going to die, but instead I just threw up on them all night, and felt fine in the morning. Boy did I have a lot of energy with all that caffiene though! I don't think they liked me very much that night.
I eat cat poop too. I also eat cat food. When my mom is eating she has to give me whatever she eats. I think my favorite would be baked potatoe skins. One time at dinner she gave me the bottom of the biscuits and I would carry it around so she gave me another one and I took them both and left them in my mouth until I couldn't hold them no more and had to spit on out. I try to take food off their plates even though I get into trouble. I even ate a hole bag of chocolate donuts when there was no one home. I eat a lot of stuff that I'm not supposed to when no one is home.
Me and Della like to eat the gut piles left behind by our cat brother Charlie. I also like to eat the corn cobs mom takes down after the squirrels eat all the corn off them. I"m also a big big fan of milk. Sometimes mom shares her milk with me. Now, everytime someone comes to the couch with a glass, I have to see whats in it.. Sometimes I sneak a quick sip to see if it's something new I will like.
Let's see, my favorite thing I'm allowed to eat is an orange. But I prefer sofas, chairs, lamps, glasses, purses and flooring. I ate all that stuff when I was but a wee pup, but every once in awhile, I'll check out a seat cushion just to test the waters. Also, I still love to steal garments out of the laundry.
I totally understand not being able to pass by a fast food restaurant without having a totally sensory takeover. My thoughts go directly to hot french fries and then I launch into this high-pitched squeel that drives my mommy & daddy nuts!!! Its so bad that lately I have even been squeeling at the site of the McDonald's arches & that's even without my mommy stopping to go through the drive-thru!
Oh...and that doesn't even count the time that I jumped up on the counter in the kitchen and scarfed down a 12 in. chicken teriyaki sandwich from Penn Station. My daddy was so excited to get to eat it and when he came out into the kitchen all that was left was the paper wrapper! Needless to say...I was in the doghouse for that one!
I love all food except pickles. I'd have to say my favorite snack, though, is anything given to me by the mailman. If I see a mail truck, I practically yank my mamma's arm out of her socket as I make a bee-line for it. I don't want to miss-out if it belongs to the good kind of mail carrier - the kind that keeps a stash of dog treats in his or her bag. They are the best! Even if they have the most generic treats of all, they taste extra good coming from the mail person.
I eat anything if my mom puts it in my bowl. I love Peptobismal (I got for an upset stomach once and tried to down the whole bottle.) Once, I even devoured a Starburst wrapper that fell to the floor.
I am the infamous poop eater in my house. Somehow, though, mommy found out a way to make it so gross that even I leave it alone. She says it something called Meat Tenderizer (and you would think something with meat in the title would taste good!) that you can buy at the grocery store.
This was well written & funny as heck. My name is Kismet & I think we may have been related in another life. We have so much in common! One of my favorite hobbies is counter surfing!
Just the other night my mom went to answer the door. I scavenged her entire dinner in a matter of seconds! (That reminds me, I will have to thank my neighbor for that later)
I have actually swallowed 2 chicken legs whole! I wolfed them down before anyone could stop me. The only way to be 100% successful was to swallow it whole. There was just no time for the luxury of chewing or tasting!
You're a kindred pup Miles! I LOVE LOVE LOVE butter or treats loaded with butter fat, like delicious ice cream. *drool* If anything edible (think in BROAD terms) is within my furry reach, I can't resist. I dig and snuffle in the trash like I'm starving, even though I'm well-fed and cared for. Keeps my Mama on her toes! :)
Well, for a lab I am definitely not picky...Mom did pull a 6 ft long strand of berber carpet out of my behind once, thank god too it was killing me. Then there was the time when I thought I had gotten away with something until I got sick and threw up. Mom recognized what she saw in the vomit but just couldnt quite place it... until about a month later when she noticed a large section of her bed skirt missing near the wall... fortunately all she did was laugh, I thought for sure I was in trouble.
It has been about two years since I have done this, but I still think about it with fondness.
I helped myself to 18 peanut butter cookies that just happened to be lying on the counter. These were not just any day peanut butter cookies, but rather the really big soft kind that Mom just baked. Mom was letting them cool on the counter and didn't think I would get into them. My brother, the beagle, was locked up because he was a pup and was likely to get into things. hehe.
I didn't get dinner that night.
I like to eat the toads that have the nerve to come into my yard! Does anybody else like toads??!!
Of course, "Kitty Krunchies" are high on my list of favs, but now that my cat brother has died, we are down to only 1 producer of said "Krunchies" and I have to fight my siblings for these treats. (I have been known to sit beside the litter box just waiting for the cat to produce these treats)
Feet and bare legs. Being a beagle, my nose is always at least twenty degrees colder than the surrounding environment. I have become addicted to the large male biped's reaction to my cold nose on his bare feet and bare legs ... so much so that I am devising a scheme that will allow me to bury my nose, unnoticed, in the ice tray for ten minutes. You'll know when I succeed; they'll be able to hear him in Scotland.
My people were painting the bedroom once, and I snuck in and ate a paper towel that was covered in excess paint. They didn't find out for a couple of hours, that is when I threw up the entire towel on the carpet. I didn't even chew it, because it was still completely intact when it cam back up. Cat poop is the best. Pickles are the worst.
Pearl..I got ya beat. My mom was trying to get something out of the dryer. Well, she didn't have any of those clothes things on that they like to wear. Apparently, my nose got somewhere it was not supposed to be (it is very cold as you might know). My mom jumped sky high and hurt her back in the process. It was a good thing for me because she didn't go to work that day.
Miles,
I feel your pain..the first night at my new Mommy’s house I rated the trash can overnight. I found some very nice treats there. Like ½ of a large pizza they had thrown out….what a waist.
Now overnight I am not allowed to roam free anymore. Mommy has me now cage trained and I need to stay there overnight.
Hope this will not happen to you!!
Stella
I just love to eat some quality fabric. My favorites are socks, t-shirts, and any unmentionables mommy leaves close enough to the top of the hamper. My mommy's sister once had to help me remove her bathing suit, complete with rhinestones, from my behind. I was proud of that sparkly yard art, but she wasn't amused.
I LOVE bread...of all kinds. I will climb as high as I have to to get to it. I've eaten a few other things to make my owner a little mad too: a dozen Mrs. Fields Cookies (individually wrapped); a couple pounds of Qdoba steak; a bag of peanuts with the shells; not to mention the non-food items like ant traps, a whole bottle of rolaids and a whole jar of sugar body scrub (smelled like cookies).
I love goose poop. First I just tried to eat it when I'm on my morning walk but mom kept making me spit it out. Now I try to hide it in my mouth until we get home so I can eat it when she leaves for work. She usually still catches me. She looks really grossed out when I spit it out on her kitchen floor to give her a goodbye kiss.
You guys crack me up! Im rotflmao right now :D
Icecubes! I love icecubes!
I also like scrounging through the trash can with my sister Macy, and we also love cat food ^_^ Our people dont like when we eat the cat food tho, cause they dont like having to buy it so often *lol* Plus its not really good for us :( We also love to beg, tho only our grandma lets us lick her plate, everyone else says "no!"
I love to eat everything but especially dandelions. They are so sweet and tasty but now there aren't very many left in the yard. Our neighbor won't let any dandelions in his yard. I guess that's why he doesn't have a dog. I also like ice cubes but I mostly crunch them up and leave them melting in the kitchen. I am really short but I can jump almost 5 feet straight up in the air! So beware if you're holding food at my house. I can still score some even if you're standing up.
FOOD! I love food. I will do just about anything for food. I get my best meals in the morning when dad is making his lunch and mom is eating breakfast. I usually snag some lettuce and grape tomatoes from dad's salad (I'll even eat celery on occasion) and I often get my own bowl of Kellogg's Special K cereal. I really don't understand why my parents call me the "attack roast".
My other food fav's include (but are not limited to): bacon, popcorn (which I also get a healthy dose of when mom comes home for lunch), chicken, and dirt. Yes, I admit it, I love dirt. I often have trouble burying bones because I eat the dirt before I can cover the bone. Oops.
I also once snagged a whole tomato that mom dropped on the kitchen floor. Delish!
I love most all people food, but not green veggies. Green beans, broccoli, lettuce = YUCK! I will not eat any of those. I will eat those delicious little poo nuggets the rabbits leave in my yard. My mom hates that. She says she knows because my snout stinks when I eat them.
Miles, you are my hero! I constantly try to catch those squirrels, but have not been successful. I nipped one on the tail the other day, but he got away.
My mom was once owned by a miniature Dachshund named Beauregard (may he rest in peace). One day they were both invited to a dinner party at Beauregard's grandparents' house. One of the appetizers was shrimp and water chestnuts - wrapped in bacon, and held together with toothpicks. Real fancy schmancy deal.
After the human guests went in to dinner, Beauregard was left alone with the shrimp. Big mistake. My mom got clued in when - between courses -she noticed a lone toothpick on the dining room floor.
She politely excused herself to follow the trail of toothpicks - and discarded water chesnuts - back to the living room only to find an empty plate and a very full dog. No shrimp. No bacon. No kidding!
Kippie on Apr 30 at 10:51 AM