We had an Alsation that ate fucking everything in the 80s. We had to have child locks on the fridge door because it would open it with its paw and eat whatever it fancied. Sausages, bacon, chicken, butter etc. It even once ate a bag of dry rice from the cupboard. As the rice swelled in its belly it was pacing around whining until loads of rice shot from its arse like a machine gun.
Anyway, the point of this story is that it once ate my mum's wage packet. There was about £43 in there. I was about 12 and it was when quid coins had just come out so I was following it around to check for coins in its shit for a few days.
