Dunc pup and his emotional support squeak toys.
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Every morning when I am home and make coffee usually before sunrise.
I’ll say come on Dunc he’s usually laying in kitchen I’ll say let’s move out as I pour cream in my coffee to head out to sit on porch to smoke my pipe.
And Dunc will go and round up his toys ok dad I’m ready well we’re ready to greet the day my toys and a Dunc I think he says.
And he will carry the toys in his mouth to patio door doing the golden retriever sashay not in a hurry walk he will take them out and lay with the stuffed toys.
Yet this morning i noticed trooper moving with a purpose a little faster than he usually goes to patio door.
And getting ready to open patio slider I saw in Mr golden mouth a stick of wrapped butter no stuffed toys as usual.
He probably took it the butter off the kitchen counter probably when I was occupied brushing my teeth.
So I tossed butter in trash then mister cried whined at door to get back inside the house to gather his emotional squeak toys.
I let him in he came back to patio door with squeak lamb squeak panda and squeak ram ok dad we’re all ready to go out.
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My aunt had a Lab many years ago who stole a lb. of butter off the kitchen counter and ate it all. Amazingly it didn’t faze her at all.
I’m glad Dunc has all his emotional support squeak toys to keep him occupied when he loses the battle of the butter.
Before he ate it! 
I've got one for you. The story of Wolfie* and the Thanksgiving roast.
Once upon a time, when I was in college, I was enjoying Thanksgiving dinner with a favorite professor and family who had sort of adopted me. They had this 80lbs terrier, we think, looked like a baby Huey kind of Benji dog. He was an awesome dog about whom I have many stories as he was notorious for several things. Wolfie, my cat's best friend.
Well one Thanksgiving we were having a large feast and I brought roast someone had given me, as an alternative to the Goose we also had. When all was ready, we feasted for a couple hours, Wolfie was outside to keep him form annoying people. As it turned out, we all went for the goose and the roast waited in the kitchen until we divied it up during cleanup.
After a bottle or two of wine and visiting, the hostess and I were too tired to mess with all that so we packed things into the fridge and she was going to put the roast in a separate cooler so we left it on top of the stove and she walked me to the door.
I was home, six blocks away, for about two minutes when she called and asked if I had somehow taken the roast home. I had not and it took another 30 seconds for both of us to realize Wolfie had choked down an entire 6lbs roast in the time it took for her to walk me to the door and return to the kitchen! (45ft round trip)
The beast! He wasn't very hungry for a couple days and had a very guilty look whenever he saw us looking at him. Mostly we laughed about it. He was still a great dog in spite of his thievery.
* Wolfie, one of his notorious talents was that he was a master kleptomaniac, he could slip the covering, like aluminum foil, off a dish of food, devour the food and put the foil back in place almost. We put up a camera and saw how he did this, it wasn't someone covering for their sneaking a snack or anything. We had to marvel at his creativity in acquiring his prize and then covering up the evidence!
Can't blame a boy for going after available noms!
