I've always called Waldo my "foodie". If I had known how much of one he was going to be, we would have changed his name to Alton Brown, or Rachael Ray. He LOVES food. If you're eating, he's sitting right next to you, sniffing away. We will send him to his bed, and slowly but surely, like ninja cat he will sneak back to you, sniffing away again. I always have to keep a close eye on him, because he will eat anything that smells good...including string, tissues, and sticks from the backyard. He hasn't been as bad as Gus was with chewing up good things (like my SHOES), but maybe that's because the things put in his mouth usually disappear within 5 seconds.
I cleaned out the refrigerator last night. (can you see where this story's going?) We had some Thanksgiving leftovers that we weren't going to get to, some takeout, some past dinners. My hubs is notorious for not eating leftovers, so unless I get to them, we usually end up having a "mass cleanout" once a week around trash day. Last night was that time. I didn't take the trash out like normal, though, so the can was full of food when we all went to bed.
This morning, the trash can was toppled over in the kitchen, with all non-edible trash items strewn about the kitchen, most of them with wet spots from where a naughty puppy had licked off all remnants of leftovers that might have been stuck to them. Immediately, ANGER popped up. He knows he's not allowed in the trashcan! Then FEAR crept in. What had I thrown away? Is any of it bad for dogs? My mind filed quickly through what I had thrown away...3 ham slices, bread stuffing, mashed potatoes, 1/4 steak from Outback, 1/2 cup of spaghetti noodles, about 6 deviled eggs, turkey gravy, tomatoes and onions from tacos, a piece of apple pie, a serving of cherry turnover. And as I looked over the pile of trash, I realized that every last bit of it was gone. That's when I started laughing (on the inside). He had the best feast he's ever going to have!
I would have gotten a picture, but I didn't want to encourage Waldo to think that this kind of behavior was going to get any attention. Plus, his breath really smelled bad. All those onions, you know.
p.s. I just read on the ASPCA website that onions are bad for dogs. There weren't THAT many in there, and there were several on the ground, so hopefully the small amount won't hurt him.