had a dog that ate a bar of soap when we were camping. she also loved sticks of butter and loaves of bread.

Of course, one of my favorite stories with her doesn't involve food. She was in the tent trailer with us. (She is a golden retriever). Unlike most dogs, she doesn't launch into a barking frenzy right away when something happens. she watches (or in this case, listens carefully). She waited until it was obviously coming in to invade our campsite and barked, loud and hard and mean. The nasty odor of a skunk began wafting towards us, and several groans and moans filled the trailor.

The best part? the next morning, we found a perfect circle on the ground where the skunk sprayed. he was so scared, he never had a chance to lift his tail! he peed his pants! I bet you that skunk thought twice before scavenging a campsite