Happy birthday, Pkr, and many more!!
Thanks, Tel, for letting us know.
Sea, loved your dog and bacon story. Coincidentally enough, just last night I had told my hubby the story of how, many years ago when my late ex and I had a wonderful white standard poodle, one summer day I fixed a nice batch of fried chicken and placed it on a plate on the counter to cool. Had to run outside on the deck for a moment (can't even recall why), and when I returned the plate was absolutely clean, no sign of the chicken, and not a crumb on the floor. I sternly called the dog's name and she, also, slunk away in total guilt. TOO funny, even though I was disappointed the chicken was gone.
The reason it came up last night was that hubby had a little something stuck in the back of his throat and was having trouble coughing it up. I remembered that I'd called the vet for advice about my poodle's large bony repast, and that the doc had told me to feed her cottage cheese and/or rice and not to worry about it. She did live many more years with apparently no problems. I still miss her so much..... Anyway, hubby refused cottage cheese and was fine after a couple of minutes.