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We learnt a long time ago that chocolate tree decorations must be hung above a certain height otherwise the dogs will always come and help themselves and they don't bother removing the tin foil...
my previous guide dog managed to open the door into the lounge and eat two entire boxes of belgium chocolate seashells which were wrapped up under the tree. I had been in bed most of the week with severe eye inflammation and pressure and I remember ds running into the bedroom to tell me the dog had eaten all the chocolate.
It was Christmas eve, so I had to run up to the vet with the dog, and leave him there, then stop at the shop on the way back to replace the eaten chocolate. Dog had to be induced to be sick, and the vet said that he had opened his mouth happily for the soda crystals to make him be sick, and only realised when it was too late that this wasn't another delicious treat.
He was none the worse for his adventure. Since then though chocolate has been kept well away from under the tree, even if there is a closed door between it and the dog.
Our spaniel got to some chocolate too and had to be taken to the vets. He happily accepted the enormous soda crystal lumps. When he was sick we also found a whole red crayon and Peppa Pig's jacket.
He also managed to Hoover up a fruitshoot lid when out for a walk. He needed a big operation on New Year's Day to remove it. Thank God for pet insurance!
Chance jumped up onto the worktop on Christmas eve whilst we were asleep and stole the turkey! We had to beg borrow and steal spare meat from family members on Christmas Day as nowhere was open and we were hosting- nightmare.
I once made some Christmas cupcakes in those silver foil cases (ya know cos it's Christmas ). I ate half and got interrupted and left the room for a few moments. When I got back there was crumbs left and a very guilty Lhasa Apso licking his lips.
I spent the next few days on poo watch in the garden waiting for this bloody foil case to appear....which it did....in one piece! ,
Our beloved rabbit broke out from the garden 2 Christmases ago. He took a festive frolic into the fields before returning covered in someone's fake snow ( the squirty type from a can) never did work out how or even where he'd been. So lucky he didn't bump into mr fox!
All my life I've been in a houseful of animals at Christmas, and they always seem to cause chaos.
One cat used to steal as many baubles as possible and hide them in the gas meter cupboard (he could use a claw to pull it open). He also took all the chocolate decorations off the one year I tried them, opened each one and licked it before leaving them under the table.
One out of three current cats likes to climb in the tree and sleep there. Another enjoys a drink of Baileys if he can get his paws on it.
But the best one was probably as child when my dad let me bring the pygmy goat into the sitting room on christmas day and we spent a blissful afternoon sitting on the sofa watching tv together and eating maltesers. Goat was not pleased to be banished back to no further in the house than the kitchen after that
Our cat used to climb on the mantlepiece and knock all the Christmas cards. Also she'd get into all sorts of tangles with tinsel and decorating ribbon. She loves to curl up under the tree and we sometimes find her hidden amongst the wrapped gifts.
I had a rescued cat once who had lost his tail through some misadventure.
I think it was around 2002, and our bins hadn't been emptied for a while and the flats next door had huge ones that were overflowing.
I wandered bleary eyed into the bathroom in the morning to find a massive, cooked joint of meat complete with string, which had been kindly deposited on the bath mat for my delectation.
He had somehow dragged it through two separate cat flaps in order to present me with this offering.
I like to think he meant well
As a child we had gerbils who routinely broke out of their tank and went rogue around the house. They were usually found under the bed eating a book.
One year at Christmas, the fattest one outdid himself and we thought he was gone for good.
I was sad, but as we were in the middle of Christmas dinner, my Gran just about lost the plot, screaming that there was a mouse chewing her slippers.
Wee greedy guts Jerry the gerbil was hoovering up the crumbs under the table and was sat on top of her foot!
I still have a fondness for gerbils.
I've posted this already on another thread but here goes anyway.
My rather dimwitted cat took a fancy to the tinsel one Christmas, and was caught munching away on it like he'd never been fed before. Of course, the inevitable happened and it came out the other end. Well, half of it did. So I trimmed off the excess and we had a rather expensive Christmas Eve trip to the vets.
Dimcat then vomited in the car on the way home (not a good traveller), so I spent Christmas eve bathing a grumpy and sore of rectum cat, while I moaned at length to said cat, about having spent all my Christmas Eve drinking money at the vets.
Dimcat did go on to have other misguided attempts at eating stuff that didn't really qualify as food (polystyrene packaging, a yoghurt pot lid, stones, random bits of fluff and one of my used gym socks), but nothing else was quite so festive as his tinselly bum
My childhood cat peed on all the presents under the tree. That was nice.
Because we have balcony lights, which we keep on all night, the side door has to be left open a bit to pass the cable through. So cat can get onto balcony. Our bedroom has windows on the balcony and for the past week or so he will wait till we're all asleep then go outside and literally bang on the window until I get up and fetch him into our bedroom.
Our cat knocked down the tree last year...right after we finished decorating it.
Snaffled a terry's chocolate orange. Not good, choc is not good for dogs at all. Thankfully all ok.
Actually, houserabbits also helpfully chewed through wrapped pressies too. Had forgotten about that one.
My childhood dog used to chase bumble Bees and bubbles. She also used to nose my hamster in its ball around.
My nans dog who I've been looking after got in the stream and swam chasing the ducks. He wouldn't get out when I was calling him and I almost called the fire brigade.he would get a foot or so away from the ducks and they would fly over his head in the opposite direction, he would then swim at them again for them to fly over his head again once he got to close. Its funny now but then I really didn't know what to do!
As a child we didn't have any official cats, but for a while we did live in a house with a cat flap and acquired an informal cast of waifs and strays. One year the resident scrounged was an evil Tom whom we christened Edmund Blackheart. We knew what sort of cat he was so when my DM left the turkey out to defrost on Christmas Eve we put it well out of his way. Definitely well out of his way, right up on top of the highest cupboard where no cat, however evil and well motivated could possibly reach.......
Fortunately the next morning he'd only taken visible chunks out of one leg, so my DM amputated it neatly, and decided that a) what the eye doesn't see the heart doesn't grieve after and b) four hours in the over would probably kill most of the germ in cat spit.
We have recently acquired a rescue cat. She is a total menace - we can't leave any food or packaging out.
She steals the kids food while they aren't looking and jumped into the fridge when I opened it last week.
So far this festive season she has eaten or grabbed
A chicken carcass which she dragged around the floor as I was chasing her
A chicken leg
Some chicken and rice soup
A packet of ham
Banana on toast
About ten bowls of kids cereal
Various glasses of milk
Four cupcakes I had just iced - she licked the buttercream off each one
A bowl of buttercream.
The dog food (poor dog)
A slice of pepperoni pizza
A bowl of cooling porridge
The foils the hairdresser had laid out for my hair.
So now we have to shut her outside or in the utility room if we are preparing or eating food. She howls like a banshee when we do and does this....
I can't imagine why the last people rehomed her....lucky she is cute!
We have a rescue lurcher who scavenges food all the time.
I recently wrapped all our Christmas presents, packaged them all up ready to be posted and left in a plastic bag in the lounge. I came back four hours later and she had got into the lounge (I remember closing the door!) and picked out the parcel with a box of miniature heroes in it, torn the paper off and hidden the chocolates throughout the house. There were three under the mattress in her bed, under sofa cushions, behind TV cabinet and even one in each of DH's shoes. She must have spent hours hiding them all with the intention of gradually feasting on them over the festive period.
It was three weeks ago and I'm still finding random mini chocolate bars on top of piles of DVDs, inside toy boxes and under neath furniture. I only found one wrapper and it was an eclair... Think the toffee must've got stuck in her teeth and she decided to hide the rest
I think there are around six sweets still missing as they haven't appeared anywhere and we are now sure she didn't eat any
I used to have a Hamster when I was a teenager called Elvis funnily enough (hence the name) who used to live the lift of a little action hero of a night. Think along the lines of the film G-Force.
He used to climb out of his cage which was on a desk with a Tv and lamp, and slide down the cables to the floor -it was amazing to watch-he mostly used to end up in an underwear drawer or hiding in a shoe -he didn't live too long but he did like an exciting moonlight escapade!
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