This is one of those true cases where fact is much stranger than fiction. A man living in Michigan named Jerry Douthett

(48), went out to dinner with his wife and found himself drinking a few more giant margaritas than he should have. After dinner and cocktails the couple arrived home and went to bed along with their pet dog
Kiko (Jack Russell Terrier), who usually sleeps with the couple on a nightly basis. Unfortunately, when Jerry woke up he discovered that
Kiko had eaten his big toe... clean off! The sheets were covered in blood and of course, the most obvious explanation to what had just happened...
Kiko himself had drips of fresh blood all over his face while still licking his chops. Jerry's wife, a registered nurse, immediately rushed him to the hospital. The doctor's examined the toe only to discover that the Jerry was suffering from Type 2 diabetes and that they needed to remove even more of the infected toe. The wife told doctors she had been complaining to Jerry for weeks to go have his toe examined but Jerry was being a stubborn
ASS!
Two questions come to mind. First, did this dog (
Kiko) somehow know that the man's toe was infected

and figured he would do his owner a favor and gnaw it off? Some believe that pets have some sort of
sixth-sense when it comes to these certain things or could this be just a simple case of the dog just wanting a snack? Dogs don't normally eat parts of their owners, especially when they're still alive and it seems the dog only ate the infected parts of the infected toe. You would think if the dog was hungry and needed some food that he would just eat a little toe, there's a much better chance of getting away with it? Maybe
Kiko smelt the infection in the big toe and thought his owner was dead due to lack of movement because of all the alcohol that he drank? It's a tough call to figure out what the dog was thinking but I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. My second question would be... how did this guy sleep through the night while his dog was eating his toe? You're going to tell me that you're not going to feel that? Having those little dog teeth ripping your flesh and gnawing at your bones like a dog treat, would easily catch my attention... no matter how much I drank that evening!
Jerry credits Kiko with saving his life, he states that he probably wouldn't have gone to see the doctor about his infected toe and was very appreciative that the dog took care of it for him. As for me, I would probably always look at that dog a little funny knowing that at one time he ate my big toe, even if it was for my own good.