LOL .... shells too? My rescue basset, Moses, is a big guy! He can reach the countertops. When I first adopted him, I recall reheating a pork roast for dinner one night. After heating it up in the oven, I placed it on the cutting board, on the countertop. My daughter was studying in the other room and called out a question. I never left my spot in front of the cutting board but turned my head sideways to respond. When I looked back, the roast was gone .... completely gone.
I have vinyl flooring and Moses has huge toenails that click clack when he walks across the floors. There had been no nail clicking sounds while my head was turned, and I began to question whether I had ever taken the roast out of the oven. I checked the oven, the sink, the garbage .... and then caught sight of Moses in the Living Room, contedly gnawing on his prize. To this day, I have no idea how he did it but I have learned to push foods all the way to the back of the counter when he's around.