Aren’t they just. We had a cracking little dog (Heinz 57) could eat anything.
She met her match a few days before Christmas when she managed to get on to the kitchen counter some how. She ate a full uncooked turkey crown and a box of boozy continental chocolates.
She was only small and she’d doubled in size when we returned from work, she was pissed. The smell she started to drop just an hour later made us all throw up, several times over. One of the neighbours insisted they could smell it for two days or so, it literally cling to the walls, furniture and curtains. We called it the smell of hell. Right a rain two days later …