Many moons ago,when I was a baby my parents owned a heinz 57 dog-she was bit of what seemed to be every breed going (suzie)
My grandad owned a jack Russell (tinker)
Anyway,my father would make 3 sandwiches with 3 different fillings,slice them in half (so making 6 smaller sandwiches),he would then go for a wee and come back to 5 sandwiches
This went on for weeks-him convinced my mother or grandad where playing tricks on him
Until he'd had enough-the joke had gone too far,so he made them up as normal and walked off but hid
He saw suzie walk up,lift her paws up,snatch a sandwich and share it with tinker before he came back
Talk about partners in crime!
Susie was a sod for going out to pee,would catch a frog and dump it in the mop bucket
Manys the time someone would go to fill it up and have a sodding frog looking back at them
My dp had a lab called Ben as a child
One day my fil had gone outside to do some gardening and fell over-he couldn't get back up
Now Ben could have somehow alerted someone in the house that something was wrong-a bark at my mil would have done
Instead he cocked his leg on poor fil and ran off
He was found eventually and the poor dog was hit by a car and died a few months later-his story lives on