Methyl Mercapatan (Odorant added to Natural Gas) smells like roses compared to my GSD following injestion of any kind of beans. Heaven forbid she eat chili or spaghetti sauce. The area rapidly becomes an hazardous atmosphere.

Those situations are probably the REAL reason that candles were invented.

Sue

Or not.

"Honey, you put the tent back up while I gather the supplies again. But this time the dog stays outside!"

Was there a canopener in there too?

No, but a few days ago we noticed an attempt at can opening on a can of tuna. Pretty impressive tooth dents in that can, but ultimately futile.

We found a bag of peanuts in her bed this evening. At least she's going for variety!

Some years ago I had a GS/Lab mix. He was the strongest dog I've ever seen. He once ate an intact can of catfood by squeezing it flat and sucking the food out thru the holes his teeth punched in the can. His favorite stick to play with was an 8' 2x4. He also used to climb a 6 foot high wire fence to visit his favorite [censored], er, favorite lady dog friend.

My current dog only thinks he's that tough.

Just got the latest issue of National Geographic. The cover story is on wolves. Excerpt from discussion on observations of one of the Yellowstone packs:

"Our afternoon survey leads to a trampled-down rendezvous site. The Dutch pack has dragged in ceramic shards, cans, pots, pieces of iron tools from abandoned homesteads in the park. Canine junk collectors. Who knew?"

"The Dutch pack has dragged in ceramic shards, cans, pots, pieces of iron tools from abandoned homesteads in the park."

I asked my dog about that, and she just yawned and said, "If you don't have tennis balls, what are you going to do???"

Sue

Our GSD thinks its a lot more fun to be fed by mom and dad instead of having to forage for himself.

We used to have another GSD that would help himself to whatever was on the counter. I think he had a sweet tooth -- one time he went for an entire plate of brownies.

Sounds familiar, last night I was marinating some beef I had just cut up for stir-fry, went into the living room for just a minute and hear our coonhound lapping at the bowl. In the matter of 30 seconds he had eaten half the bowl of meat. We had to come up with something quick (hamburgers), since there was only enough left for two.

Pete