First Christmas I hosted for Pils and GPils, DH and I could hear a crunching coming from the corner of the kitchen. Went to investigate and my darling girl had jumped up and stripped a leg off the turkey - leaving what I assume to be the thigh bone jutting out 
I didn't know whether to panic that dog was eating cooked turkey bones and we couldn't afford a massive vet bill (She was fine btw) or to panic that Pils wouldn't eat the Turkey.
DH just piped up with - "The Turkey is too big to carve at the table so we'll do it in the kitchen"
Darling dog then did a massive poo at the top of the stairs - Never ever had accidents in house so this was obviously some sort of punishment for locking her out of the kitchen.
We did confess to PiLs about 10 chrismases later 