Another "Pete" by "Mrs."

My husband also had a dog named Pete, a huge weimaraner. They came home from church one Easter Sunday to find that Pete had opened the fridge and helped himself to their Easter ham! He was lying on the floor with a ham-sized bulge in his belly, moaning. Our faithful dog, Blaze, was adopted from the Orphan Pet Oasis when my son was around 5 and my daughter a toddler. When our third child was born, Himself had to fly out to Florida (we were in CA) for a business trip. Blaze parked herself under the baby's crib and refused to budge at night until Himself returned home. She was the best dog we ever had - we just lost her two years ago at age 13.