The first time Nacho was found with a couple candy wrappers (no types dangerous to dogs), no one thought anything of it. Maybe they had fallen behind the furniture long ago and he had simply ferreted them out.
One day he was discovered with a licorice wrapper in his mouth, and a search was mounted. Couch cushions were flipped and furniture was crawled under. Where was his secret stash?
On the coat rack, they found a reusable grocery bag with a shredded corner. It was full of forgotten snack size Halloween candy!
The biggest mystery was still how Nacho managed to restrain himself and not gobble everything when he first discovered it...
"What is that smell?" the search began while I happily snored in an armpit. "Did they pee on the couch?" my moms asked in surprise and dismay, "maybe on a blanket? On one of their beds?" The quest continued.
The sniffing around the room accelerated until the realization, "Oh no... it's Shyla..." My humans were nauseous at this point, my stench was so great. Mr Bacchus piddles on my head sometimes when I'm distracted by amazing odors in the yard.
Suddenly, I was transported to the bathtub.
I stood miserably while water touched me.
Once the terribleness was over, I was wrapped in a comfy towel and finished drying in the sunshine.
It was cold and we wanted to warm up by a fire. We checked the matches cupboard, and the cupboard was bare.
Always a problem solver, I eyed the distance between the gas stove and the wood burning fireplace. Could my human light the quick start log on the burner and make it in time (kids, seriously, do not try this at home)?
We opened the metal curtains, cleared the pathway, and took the metal grate off the stove burner. We lit the log and ran! The quick burning log cover was nearly gone by the time it was in the nearby fireplace, and we frantically stuffed kindling underneath to stoke the dwindling fire. When my other mom got home, she shook her head and revealed more matches!