I got home early, walked the dogs, then went upstairs to change clothes. Oreo came up with me. I heard Sam chewing something downstairs, and I figured he had one of the Nylabones he and Oreo like. But then I decided the sound wasn’t quite right for Nylabones.
He got the measuring cup I use to scoop kibble out of the bag. There were several loose pieces of plastic, but not enough to fill in the gaps in the cup, so he undoubtedly ate some of the plastic. This is why he’s muzzled when I go to work. He wasn’t out of my sight for five minutes. And I got home from work early, so he wasn’t exceptionally hungry. He was just being…Sam.