I think I might have told this story here once upon a time, but here goes again. I was out at a park with my roomie, her dog and my dog Chauncy. Chauncy kept trying to poop but was struggling with it. My friend grabbed a newspaper to help him along. She starts yelling "OMG we have to get him to the vet he's full of worms." Turns out it was the net from the pork roast we had for dinner the night before passing through. Mr. Garbage Can Mutt had a tasty little snack from the trash can. He was very lucky the netting didn't get wrapped in his intestinal tract and kill him. Big ol' goofy dog.