So.
I was in a rush on Sunday, and put the package of twelve meaty chicken backs (approximately three days of food) out to thaw on the counter before I took the kids to the grocery store.
Storm, who has not stolen a thing off a counter in her three years, decided that was the day. We came home to a sheepish dog and a foam tray on the living room carpet.
I sighed, cleaned up, and took the old advice, "When your dog makes a mess, take a rolled-up newspaper and whack yourself in the head with it for allowing it to happen," to heart. Storm didn't look particularly bloated, so I decided to simply fast her over the next 24 hours to let the food digest and pass.
The next morning, DH called me at work to say that Storm was giving him the Hungry Look and could he feed her. I told him that Storm was a thief AND a liar and to let her digest her ill-gotten gains.

He called me 30 minutes later to say that he'd gone down to the basement for a tool and saw Storm nosing around in a back corner. When he went to see what she was after, he saw a single chicken back on the floor behind a box. Just one, which she promptly ate.
Yes. Storm has stashed some unknown quantity of chicken backs in unknown parts of my 3000 s.f. house. I am hoping she retrieves them soon, although I think any remaining will quickly make themselves known to themselves - everywhere, that is, but DS's room, where between the clutter and the gym-socks, a chicken back could get lost in there for a long time without being detected.
Jeez.

Kate, who's taking the basement apart tonight,
and Storm the villainous, wenchly FCR
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Yes. Storm has stashed some unknown quantity of chicken backs in unknown parts of my 3000 s.f. house.

What a good dog! And at least it wasn't buried under couch cushions. Give her a treat.
Rocky would have eaten until he burst, and then some.

Matt. Rocky's a Dog.
He called me 30 minutes later to say that he'd gone down to the basement for a tool and saw ... the clutter and the gym-socks, a chicken back could get lost in there for a long time without being detected.

Gross!!
Gross!!

Yes.
Extremely. I'm torn between assuming she'll ferret them out over the next day or two and taking the house completely to pieces.

Kate
and Storm the FCR
What a good dog! And at least it wasn't buried under couch cushions. Give her a treat.

I think she probably has access to all the treats she wants for some time. Some people use Buster Cubes for time-release, food-rewarding, intellectual-challenges for their dogs. My dog had to go for the entire dang house.

Kate
and Storm the FCR
Yes. Storm has stashed some unknown quantity of chicken backs in unknown parts of my 3000 s.f. house. I

Oh my gosh.
Bodhi would eat it ALL, and still pretend to be starving. Even after pooping like crazy & puking for an afternoon straight.

He told me that she is now his hero, but that she practices way too much restraint!
Shelly & The Boys
Yes. Storm has stashed some unknown quantity of chicken backs in unknown parts of my 3000 s.f. house. I

Oh my gosh. Bodhi would eat it ALL, and still pretend to be starving. Even after pooping like crazy & puking for an afternoon straight. He told me that she is now his hero, but that she practices way too much restraint!

Dylan and Oppie are equally admiring! They broke out of the kitchen two days ago and devoured a pound of shelled pistachios. Or maybe it was just Dylan - she's the only one who has produced visible evidence of the crime.
FurPaw

"In a sense, we are hallucinating all the time.
What we call normal vision is our selecting the
hallucination that best fits reality."
- V. S. Ramachandran
To reply, unleash the dog
Yes. Storm has stashed some unknown quantity of chicken backs in unknown parts of my 3000 s.f. house.

Heh. I had two beagles who, when presented with more meat than they wanted right then, would not overeat. They would take it and bury it in my pillow.

It's not a pleasant thing to find when you're ready to crash for the night. Imagine turning out the light, and reaching down under your pillow to snuggle in to something cold and squishy in your hand.

But definitely easier to find than all those hidden stashes!
~~Judy
When life gives you lemons, ask for tequila and salt.
He called me 30 minutes later to say that he'd ... lost in there for a long time without being detected.

Gross!!

Could be worse...from the "Best Served Cold" file:

After 17 years of marriage, a man dumped his wife for a younger woman. The downtown luxury apartment was in his name and he wanted to remain there with his new love, so he asked the wife to move out and then he would buy her another place.
The wife agreed to this, but asked that she be given 3 days on her own there, to pack up her things. While he was gone, the first day she lovingly put her personal belongings into boxes and crates and suitcases.
On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things.

On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their candlelit dining table, soft music playing in the background, and feasted on a pound of shrimp and a bottle of chardonnay. When she had finished, she went into each room and deposited a few of the resulting shrimp shells into the hollow of the curtain rods. She then cleaned up the kitchen and left.
The husband came back with his new girl, and all was bliss for the first few days. Then it started; slowly but surely. Clueless, the man could not explain why the place smelled so bad.
They tried everything; cleaned and mopped and aired the place out. Vents were checked for dead rodents, carpets were steam cleaned, air fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in, the carpets were replaced, and on it went.
Finally, they could take it no more and decided to move. The moving company arrived and did a very professional packing job, taking everything to their new home...including the curtain rods.
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