Many moons ago when my two sons were children, we had a doberman called Oscar, the best pet you could ever wish for, except he had one weakness ... "Chocolate" ... you could sit and eat any meal and he wouldn't be anywhere near you, sit with some chocolate though and he'd be right by your side.
Well you know what kids are like. give them some sweets and they feed them to the dog, that's what kids do and oscar knew this, he would never steal the sweets from them, unless they were given to him.
Well on the eve of Easter day we'd been invited to my sisters for a kids party, so kids, myself and the wife in the car and oscar locked in the kitchen, we'd only be gone a few hours anyways.
Few hours later we arrived home to find the door leading to the living room from the kitchen was open! laying around was loads of shredded brightly coloured cardboard and the odd bit of silver foil
Yes Oscar had found the kids stash of easter eggs .. not one ...not two, but all sixteen of them (8 each from family and friends) the place looked like an easter egg slaughter house, he's made his way through every single egg
Well he never moved for the first few hours ... began to look bloated for the next few ... had a sugar high for the next few (this included running around with the talcum powder container and covering the living room and kitchen and every one else in a fine coating of talc

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He never moved a muscle on easter day, except feeling totally sorry for himself, even when the kids offered him some chocolate from their new easter eggs he didn't flinch
He went off chocolate after that