The story of the cocker eating the sandwich reminded me of our St Bernard. One Sunday just after we set the table for dinner and had placed a roasted hen in front of dad's plate for him to carve, but before the family sat down, the dog looked around, thought he was unobserved, and while he stood flat-footed on the floor, reached out and very neatly picked up the hen with his mouth, crunch it once, and swallowed it. Then went over and laid down in the corner with a "Who me?" look on his face. Didn't disturb a glass, napkin or anything else - just ate the hen.