When I was staying at home in my mums way back, I came in from a days drinking and my mum, bless her, made me a big fry up to “soak up the alcohol. Great.
The heaped plate was presented and I put it on the floor, to do something, I can’t remember what as I was pissed. A while later I woke from a sleep and looked down at the floor to an empty plate. I actually thought I had eaten it, until, I looked again at the plate and it looked like it just came out of the dishwasher.
I looked over at our huge mutt and his expression told me the greedy **** had scoffed the lot.
If he had left some residue at all, he would have got away with it. Everybody, apart from me, obviously, thought it was fucking hysterical.
Fucker had the audacity to crawl onto my bed later without so much as a hint of guilt.
He was a great dog and I loved him dearly, but leave anything remotely edible, never mind a perfectly cooked fry up, and it was history.
****. :)