Let’s face it. Being a lab owner requires patience, diligence and above all a sense of humor. If you didn’t laugh at the crazy shit they do you’d be pulling your hair out.
You know, if you have a lab they’re highly motivated by food. The first time I took out the clicker and paired it with a green bean, Delilah about lost her mind. She was so fixated on the green bean, she couldn’t see anything else. Thankfully we’ve come a long way since that initial pairing, but anyone that knows Delilah knows if she had her druthers she’d eat until she exploded. Which leaves us with an interesting question.
How do you know your dog has a problem with food?
You sit down to make a list of all the shit she’s eaten and you’re like…..I can’t even remember.
Really? You’re going there? After that plate of Nachos you inhaled last night? Whatever Mama. Remember payback is a bitch and so is Karma and I know there’s a Human Shaming blog hop somewhere in your future.
So here for your reading pleasure….
The crazy shit my dog has eaten:
- Packing peanuts
- plastic tooth picks
- used tissues
- make-up remover cloths
- acorns
- wood bark
- packing peanuts
- Jojoba oil
- Bisquick
- a container full of vitamins and supplements
- baker’s chocolate
- 3/4 pound of butter including wrappers
- what was left of a bag of potato chips
- a plate of shaved corned beef
- pancake batter from the bowl
- a hot dog out of a pan
- cooking oil from out of a pan
- coffee with Bailey’s and cream
- dog poop
Shit she’s tried to eat but been caught or deterred from eating:
- 7 pounds of frozen chicken necks
- a can of crisco
- chicken from the pan
- a dog treat from Sampson’s mouth
- a rack of deer ribs
- a sandwich baggie full of ham
- an M&M chocolate bar
Of course, there’s always the stuff you THINK she might have eaten. Like the time I called Hubby at work, practically hysterical because I thought she ate a metal fork.
I found it in the bedroom, she’d licked it good and clean too.
And then there was the time last week when she got up at 2:30 in the morning to dig at the carpet in the den.
She wouldn’t be deterred and kept returning to the same spot. When Hubby came home I mentioned it to him and he said he’d dropped the chip bag the night before. Her lab nose knew that there was a corner of a chip wedged under the heater.
Of course we gave it to her. I mean, she earned it after all.
Can you think of anything I’ve forgotten? Do you have a Devouring Delilah? How do you manage a food obsessed dog?
Many thanks to Jodi Chick from Kol’s Notes for the awesome blog idea and intro.
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