There are so many. Most around things he shouldn't have eaten but did. Like the time in a hotel on the isle of Wight when he ate a pick and mix tub of sweets which, when we returned to our room after dinner he had eaten the lot and had wrappers stuck to his butt. Or the time i spent all summer growing Cantaloupe Melons in my greenhouse when, as they ripen and smell sweet somehow he got up on his hind legs, picked one from the roof of the greenhouse, took it back to his bed and ate it all but the base. He should never had made 10 years with us, 12 in all. We now have a saying in our house to 'be more Oska'. RIP Ossie. Tllxxxx