That darn dog has eaten everything including baggies. Some comes back up...some goes thru. He has eaten grapes...usually only the expensive ones I buy organic. My hubby keeps threatening to do away with him, but one sad look of those big green eyes...(yes green) and he wins ya back over.

He has dined at the compost bin, downed a few chicken bones from left over dinners, eaten doggie bags, bag and all, the contents of which were intended for ME, and once I found a bottle of Ambien on the floor, open. I am so fastidious about my meds and keep them in a drawer.....I never accounted for 5 of them but none of my dogs ever slept much, so who knows, they may be in some trim or floor crevice or down the heat vent!!! I absolutely panicked when I found that--- picking up pills and counting them as fast as I could.

Oh, and he HAS eaten chocolate....HE is a 'bad dog'....but I love him. He has sent me to phone the vet many times...luckily the vet is not far away...she says I have 'weird dogs'. My dog walker loves 'em.

I really am safety conscious, but I can't watch every one all the time...usually hubby and my kid leaves stuff....like the fancy Brazillian Chocolate he ate.

When I was canning, my dogs used tomatoes as doggie toys.

This dog can open doors, or eat thru them...yet he is the most loyal creature on earth. If I am sick, he is on the bed, on duty watching the door for any one who dare enter....he barks up a storm but in the long run, ends up kissing any guest on the lips.

I have gotten Invisible Fencing for the outdoors and indoors, as not every one is so fond of a large Scooby doo kiss as I am. We have dog free zones in the house, but this stinker has learned how to circumvent one of them..the one into the kitchen. It is quite an elaborate, circuitous route he takes....but as soon as we leave, he is up on the table, jumps to the counter, sneakes under the upper cabinetry...I figure he gets as far as the sink. I can get another zone, I suppose....I prefer to use him as an incentive to keep the counter clean. We love to catch him at it....he looks guilty, and literally slinks down and away to 'his' chair.

If you are not an animal lover, you may think we are crazy. Maybe we are.

And as far as fruitcake goes....it is tradition, and kinda like family...so you smile and take it all in.