We had a short, fat beagle (is there any other kind?) as our kids’ childhood dog. Super sweet but intensely devious when it came to food.
She shouldn’t have been able to reach the counter, but somehow she could. She once grabbed four full packages of Hawaiian rolls from the counter and got them outside before we knew it. On more than one occasion (including the Hawaiian rolls escapade) I had to squirt hydrogen peroxide down her gullet to get her to vomit so she didn’t kill herself from gorging. She rifled through all my daughters’ teenage friends purses more than once for mints, lipsticks, gum, and feminine products.
Our current Goldie is somewhere on the spectrum (is there any other kind?), but not nearly as food driven. Things on the counter are safe. I can leave food on the coffee table, go to the bathroom, come back and it’s untouched. Once cup of food in the morning, one in the evening. That’s it. Same food, day after day, after week, after month, after year. She’s always just as excited.