When I was newly married the wifey
took a frozen chicken out of the freezer to thaw before we went
to work. She got home before I did and set the still thawing
chicken on the counter(the days before people got all hyper about
raw chicken). She then went into the utility room and uncrated
our two weimeraners before heading upstairs to change and wash
her face, etc. When she came down the entire partially frozen chicken bones and all was gone, poof!
She could tell by the guilty looks it was the male. For the next
ten years whenever he came into the kitchen he would glance up
at the ceiling exactly above where he had found the chicken that
had slid off the counter, lol. Manna from heaven.