reminds me of the story that Mrs. E's best friend likes to tell.
She had a standard poodle. The friend had just boiled up a dozen eggs for some egg salad. Left the bowl with the unpeeled eggs on the counter and went to attend to something. When she came back, the bowl was on the floor, the eggs gone (save for a few shell remnants), and the dog with shell remnants around her mouth.
With that, she immediately packed up the dog, a blanket, a collar and leash, and went to the boarder with instructions to call her, "when it's all over."