What’s the worst mess your dog made?

I'd forgotten this but our old rehome girlie had a bit of a strange digestive system and occasionally got diarrhoea. Usually she got outdoors in time.
A night spent groaning farting and pacing from 3 am meant an 8 am vet visit. Vet lifted her tail to take her temp and she basically did an imitation of a super soaker pistol! It hit the walls the cupboards made a lake on the floor. It stank like nothing on earth. The receptionist appeared to ask what the smell was. The waiting had to have doors and windows opened.
Breeze made a wonderful recovery immediately of course. The vet wouldn't let me help clear up but was gagging the whole time. She still remembers it as the worst diarrhoea she's ever smelt.
 
I have just remembered. When my dog was quite young we had a shoot here, she didn't go out with them, but she was very excited about the people and dogs and went out to greet everyone when they got back.

One of the guns came into the kitchen and said "Oh dear, your dog has just been sick in the back kitchen." Pause.
"Don't worry, she has eaten it."
 
We rehomed a young adult GSD who'd previously been a yard dog and hadn't lived indoors. We already had two cats and he was a bit too interested in them so we shut him in the living room whenever we went out as the cats needed access to the cat flap. He must of been jumping up at the wall next to the door while we were out. Over a few weeks he completely trashed the wall and we had to have it re-plastered. He became a great house dog but he would destroy anything that came through the letter box if you weren't at home. Our other GSDs never did any damage other than the occasional accident.
 
The worse Blue has done is sneak a tissue out of a pocket and shred it. Our previous dog, though, was both very greedy and able to open fridge doors... Wrappers from quiche, bacon, sausages all over the kitchen floor!
 
I think I've gotten off lightly with Ivy!

Main ones were her first Christmas with us, a couple of months after we got her, and we stayed with OHs family. I was upstairs and heard a scream. Came down to find OHs mother and sister laughing so hard no sound was coming out. I knew before I saw it... a great big poo, on a really expensive rug! Thankfully it was an easy clean up situation. For 'non-dog' people they were incredibly forgiving. I think I was more unhappy about it than anyone else!

Then there was BreadGate. OHs dad left a fancy sourdough bloomer on the edge of the kitchen table, turned to get butter, turned back and the whole loaf was gone. Ivy had scuttled into her crate with it and was ravenously chowing it down and I passed on sticking my hand into the crate with the now snarling dog guarding her precious loaf. Oh well that's that gone then I thought then watched her emerge from crate looking a bit 'off'. Being a Greyhound her usually trim figure had grown somewhat. She looked at me, I looked at her. 'We're going outside' I said. I am just grateful we were on the lawn when she then threw up a literal tube of chewed up bread. Which she then tried immediately to eat again. 🤢

Oh she also stole a bag of flour at the inlaws house. Luckily mess mainly contained to her crate. Bit of a theme here... She's much more settled there these days!
 
My GSD and the Afghan Hound had an excellent double act going on. Shepherd was the brains, Affie was the stooge. Shepherd would put a front paw on the push down part of the larder door catch. Affie would put his long nose through the gap in the doorway and push the door open. Balancing one paw on the bottom shelf and using his nose, Affie would carefully remove all the goodies from the top shelf and drop them on the floor. He would then work his way down. GSD would roll them out to the breakfast room floor, line them up and go back for more. The meat safe was a doddle, as it had an ordinary knob to use to open it. GSD would open it and stand back to let the Affie remove everything from pork pies to the Sunday roast. Neither of them liked sausages, so all was not lost.
The extraordinary thing was that they managed somehow to pull the door shut after themselves.
I accused the husband and son of fry-ups and other forms of greed, until standing in the garden, I saw the dastardly duo in their snatch and grab act.
I put a hefty lock on the door after that.
 
I can't think of anything crazy off the top or my head, but one of our dogs will occasionally open a drawer in the bedroom, and take half or so of the clothes out. Then she will leave them on the floor in front of the drawer. Does nothing to the clothes, but just craves a bit of disorder I guess?
 
CanteringCarrot said:
I can't think of anything crazy off the top or my head, but one of our dogs will occasionally open a drawer in the bedroom, and take half or so of the clothes out. Then she will leave them on the floor in front of the drawer. Does nothing to the clothes, but just craves a bit of disorder I guess?
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Are you sure it’s not your OH? 😆
 
Oops we did it again…

I had the 4 out on the yard and in the fields with me.
Let them back in the door, without che king that the kitchen door was closed, it wasn’t.
We have a lovely paw print carpet in cream and mud colour. Classy!

It’s fine, I do this on a fairly regular basis unknown to Mr P who’s in panic “call the carpet fixers” mode!
By the time the prints dry it just hoovers off 👌
 
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