My husband makes staffs, canes etc from the oak branches on our property.  Well, he made one this weekend, and set it in a bucket of vegetable oil to soak up.  The bucket was on our patio, well-barricaded so as to not fall down.  Or so we thought...

This morning, there was a large oil puddle on the patio by the screen door.  And Hunter was looking for sympathy.  Hmmm.... the punching bag top is not where we left it to keep that bucket sturdy.... and where's the bucket....?!

It was easy to figure out what had happened.  It was confirmed later on this morning when he went in the yard, and out came a dark stream of gold from the backside. 

He's going to be VERY regular for a few days.  ;)