My in-laws used to send my hubby and me a Smithfield ham every Easter until my hubbys dog learned how to open the fridge a few years in a row. We quickly learned to tie up the fridge with a bungie cord. No hams for a few years until Grizzly had to go to The Bridge. The next Easter a ham showed up with a note "now that Grizzly is safely planted in the back yard we thought we could send a ham again" Now it's Rascal that gets in the fridge. Once again we have a bungie cord on the fridge