Oh, I've got a good one.
We helped our neighbor slaughter a couple of wild hogs. We have two dogs, a boxer that's about 60 lbs and a mostly-lab who is about 110 lbs. Now, El Hubbo has little experience with large dogs, and was all excited and wanted to give them a bunch of the scrap from the processing. I said maybe just a little, but not too much or bad things might happen.
We finished the slaughter, I had a couple of beers and toddled on to bed. El Hubbo remained behind to have a few more beers. Much later, he comes shuffling to bed. I didn't think anything else about it.
Until the following night.
It was going to be cold, so I decided to let the dogs sleep in the living room/kitchen area. Around 3 in the morning, I woke up to the awful rrrcccckkkk sound, followed by slurp-slurp-slurp. I go into the kitchen and the first thing that hit me was the smell. So there's my lab, looking abashed, like "sorry, mom" and the boxer busily slurping up some vile concoction. It was a viscous, rotting soup of wild pig, with one large oblong chunk that was readily identifiable as most of a hog leg, complete with hoof. The boxer thought it was a pre-warmed treat for him, just right there on the kitchen floor. Yum!
Turns out, El Hubbo had, when wondering back to the house the night before in a somewhat inebriated state, decided (against my warnings) that the dogs needed some pig and threw various parts into the back yard.
Oh, it was foul! And yeah, I cleaned it up. El Hubbo was genuinely apologetic, but I knew he didn't have the stomach for the job. But you can be sure I milked the event for...other...favors.
