Something about the breed, I think. They really like their chow and can't be trusted when it comes to food. Mine preferred his meat a little spicier than most. He was especially fond of old fish guts unless he could drag home some really rancid elk remains to roll in. As bad as the three day old fish guts smelled, you just wouldn't believe the case of the wind that boy would get after eating them. Never smelled anything like it.
Yes, this is a fond memory.
My golden ate the siding off the house...