Aah yes the golden retriever I once had. The breed is wonderful yet are walking trash cans. He was a big freak weighing 115 pounds.
One day I was in the back yard doing poop patrol and there it was. One of wifey's two foot long blue knee stockings. But this one had a turd wrapped around it, then 6 inches of blue, turd, blue and so on. I bet it took old boo dog a while to push that one out.
One night sleeping at 3am I'm awakened by a wheezing sound. Retrievers love eating cardboard and Mr. mischief found a paper towel roll. A piece of it was lodged in his windpipe and he came to me for help. the idiot sounded like a woodwind instrument reed. I opened his maw and stuck two fingers seemingly a foot down his throat and grabbed it. Happy boy again. The kitchen garbage can was relocated in a cabinet after that.
I get home from work one day and he's looking at me with the guilty look. Then he rubs his mouth with a paw looking distressed. Ok what now. Prying his yap open there's a round ham bone stuck across his mouth between teeth. It was really in there and I couldn't pry it loose. Time to do the horse shoeing maneuver. I put his head between my legs pinching his neck. Prying his yap open I used a punch and hammer to pop it out.
Dang I miss that big old lump of love. Every dog since has been compared to him and has never measured up.