I’ll go first
• I wasn’t even there as my friend (fellow dog owner) was dog sitting for us. Our canine bin threw up one of my old socks. A red one, that had started to bleach into a tie dye pink shade from his stomach acid. He, of course, immediately tried to re-eat his treasure so she had to wrestle my fermented vomity sock off of him. What a friend. I wouldn’t have blamed her for letting him eat it and sticking me with the vet bill 😆
• This one was a repeat offence. Dog loves to swim and will make a beeline for water. More than once in summer he ran full pelt and took a running jump into our local duck pond, sending birds flying. He would be happy as Larry, obliviously swimming in circles whilst parents / grand parents / childminders glared with their bags of seeds. Oops 🙊
To be fair to him, despite being a gun dog, he has zero interest in the ducks so he wasn’t doing anything wrong.
All in all he’s a good boy really.