OK, after a couple of years, I've grown used to Murphy surfing the kitchen counters and snatching off whatever strikes his fancy whenever I've been careless enough to leave unattended food or food wrappers out and leave the Lair. I know that he's going to take these things if given the chance, so I make a real effort not to leave out anything that it's reasonable to assume that he might like.
Now after two years, I know that he likes bread, butter, soup cans and other tasty things, but this time even I had to do a double-take when I walked in and found a frying pan on his dog bed.
Yep. A frying pan.
I'd cooked a steak the night before and left the pan on the stove, and apparently Murphy thought that it would be a nice thing to clean that pan at his leisure in the comfort of his dog bed, so he took the pan off of the stove top and carried it over to his bed where he then licked it cleaner than my dishwasher could have managed.
Irksome, but I have to admit that I'd have liked to see him carrying that pan.