Butch - Professional Food Thief & Eating Machine, Part 1
Lynette Lim 
Sep 17, 2012 
Fun, Highlight, LASSie 
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If dogs had eating competitions, long-time LASSie (Langkawi Animal Shelter & Sanctuary Foundation) resident Butch would win paws down.
Not only will this gluttonous canine eat anything and everything he can fit into his mouth, he will also go to great lengths to get what he wants. Forget the puppy-eyes strategy and begging for scraps. That’s for amateurs. Butch takes matters into his own paws. He plans, he plots, and then BOOM he strikes! Keep all your snacks locked away in a secret location. No edibles are safe with him around.
Like an undercover cop or top secret agent, Butch has painstakingly cultivated a faade of slow innocent goofiness to hide his wily ways. Do not be deceived! Many have fallen victim to him and their snacks havent lived to tell the tale. Im ashamed to say that I am one of those gullible people tricked by this cuddly food thief.
It all began one warm evening in May when I first joined LASSie as a volunteer. An entire unopened can of potato chips mysteriously disappeared off the top of the TV in the volunteers quarters. There was no sign of a break-in and Butchs baleful sorrowful expression made me feel guilty for even considering for a second that he could have been the culprit. His sad eyes spoke of the pain of misplaced blame. Poor Butch, singled out for being chubby. How could we humans be so blinded by prejudice? Clearly, he was innocent. If anything, he was a victim or our own preconceived notions.
He wasnt the culprit. Surely it must have been one of the sneaky skinny dogs! Satisfied that he had managed to cover his tracks, Butch went to lie down at his favorite spot on the porch. As I walked past him, a tiny flash of red at his elbow caught my eye. Upon closer inspection, I realized that it was a small but unmistakeable piece of the potato chip can. Butchs gaze met mine and his expression dared me to prove it. Since he had eaten the rest of the evidence, he knew I had nothing but my suspicions to accuse him with. He was too smart for me. I would have to catch him red-handed. He had won, for now.
About a month later, I returned to LASSie as full-time staff. The potato chip incident long-forgotten, I gave Butch and his two best friends Wanda and Poppet full access to my room. They were by far the best behaved dogs in the sanctuary and I had grown very attached to them, allowing them to sleep in my bed. One day, I came back to my room to find Butch missing. Wanda and Poppet were hanging about as always but there was no sign of him. I checked the porch and the dogs play yard but he was nowhere to be found. Just as I was about to panic, I heard a rustling sound from under my bed. Could it be? Was it Butch? I hadnt thought to look under my bed simply because it seemed impossible that he could fit there. Stout, chunky, Labrador mixed dogs just dont fit under beds
Or so I thought.
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