Gulliver's gluttony

Some dogs will eat anything! - well almost anything.
In all of the years we have been helping with Rescue there has never been another one like Gulliver! If it was within reach down the hatch it went. Even after he went to his new home (which was not because he was eating us out of house and home) he continued where he had left off although his deeds got more adventurous!

He came down stairs one evening frothing at the mouth. He had eaten two bars of soap. He sat down in his bed without a trace of remorse or any sign of distress! We of course were up all night letting him out to relieve himself, as we had given him gallons of watery milk to flush the soap out of his system. He wasn't sick and he didn't get the runs - although he did have a very pleasant aroma the next day (perfumed wind)!

One afternoon he managed to devour what had taken me hours to bake in less than five minutes. All that was left when I came back into the kitchen was a crumb covered floor He wasn't bothered with cleaning that up. He had moved on to other things. I caught him with his head buried in a large catering size tub of margarine. His head was plastered in it. I took him outside so as the other dogs could lick him clean. Talk about bees around a honey pot - Gulliver had never been so popular. Of course he was not amused because he could not lick his own face and did not want to share his booty!


Eating - my favourite hobby!	I'm sure I heard the ice cream van!

He saved his party pieces for his new owners! All I can say is it was a good job they loved him!

	He first struck over the Easter Holiday - when the fridge was full to bursting with extra goodies. Not only was there lots of nice things but there was extra as well. Visitors had come to stay for the Holiday. I will not list the entire contents (I will be here all night) but it read something like this :- Whole cooked Turkey, Half a joint of beef, cheese including a whole stilton, pork pies, cakes, etc, etc. The settee to which he taken them back to eat was covered in grease, cream, etc, in other words it was ruined. His owners spent all that night and a large part of Good Friday clearing up after him. Apparently the stilton did not agree with him! Of course being Good Friday they had nothing left to eat and could not go out to get anything! I don't think the visitors were very impressed with the mangled remains from the fridge. Secretly Gulliver was hoping they would come his way.

By now he had developed the taste for the finer things in life. When walking in the park he ran off in the direction of some surrounding houses. Seconds later he emerged with a joint hanging from his mouth (someone's Sunday lunch). Did they take it back and apologise? Come on! - would you? They were so embarrassed they just legged it for home.

All of this came to a head (literally) when he ran into a cat flap and got stuck. Fortunately it was the neighbour's house and they knew all about Gulliver's Gluttony!