In my mind’s eye I’m picturing the scene in A Christmas Story where the turkey gets destroyed.
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My brother had a Brittany Spaniel. He was terrible about food in the house - my brother called it ‘counter surfing’. He would get on his hind legs, get sort of sideways with his head on the counter and he would go the length of the counter, sweeping up any food he could reach. He got a LOT of food that way.
For example ... my brother came home from work & my SIL had left him dinner on the counter - grilled chicken breast etc. He let the dog in, then realized he’d left his briefcase in the truck & went back to get it. When he came back to the house, the dog met him at the door .... licking his lips. Yup, dinner was gone! Another time, he was getting a package of cold cuts out of the fridge ... large package. Somehow the meat slipped out & hit the floor ... a second later, the dog had it & wolfed it down in one or two gulps. I think he even got a birthday cake that was left on the counter, close enough he could ‘surf’ it.
Otherwise, sweet dog; however, being a hunting breed if he was ‘loose’, he was looking for feathers or fur. He killed a lot of my SIL’s chickens ... feathers were feathers & he didn’t discriminate. He died of old age, sleeping in his kennel. I dogsat him since he was a pup so sad to see him go.
We had the same thing happen at Christmas at the in-laws one year. One of the (way too many!) dogs that were on hand got at the Turkey.
Heh, very good friends of ours kept a pet parakeet for a few years. The bird was very tame, and would perch on the wife’s hand while she cleaned the cage with her other hand.
Except... One day their cat made a long jump, snatched the parakeet mid-jump, and ran off with it. The poor parakeet was thoroughly dead before our friend could catch up to the cat. She (our friend) was heartbroken.
Thereafter, the cat was put out of the house anytime the bird cage needed to be opened.