Because Murphy'd been a good dog lately and not gotten into anything, I picked up a fresh marrow bone for him while I was at the grocery store.
Maybe I should have waited to give it to him until I'd looked around a bit more thoroughly and discovered the remains of the bag containing the loaf of bread that he'd taken off of the counter and consumed this morning while I was gone.
Sigh. I just don't learn. I Just. Don't. Learn.