When we got my dog Zelda, she would often hang out in our old storage building which was about the size of a garage. We kept an old tackle-box out there because it was my dad's and he had passed away. My dog Zelda was awful about getting into trouble and managed to get inside a closed tackle-box. She ran back to the door to the house with biggest look of shame on her face. She had a fish hook in her mouth. I felt really bad for her, though the vet took it out not long after. He mentioned to me that kind of thing happens all the time with dogs.