My first ever dog, Charlie, who I got when I was in 8th grade, ate a whole cheese ball off the coffee table, right before mom and dad were about to have a New Years Eve Party! I thought that was it, for sure he'd be in HUGE trouble and so would *I*, but my folks just laughed it off and then it has been a family joke since then, thank God!
I begged for a dog for years before that, without any success until we got Charlie. I feared even that they would make us get rid of him, since he was basically what I had begged for and my wishes were never more important than their parties, which were VERY important to them. Parties were a means for them to get more bu$iness, you see.