I'm not sure that I am referring to me or the dog. You see ....
I started working on a bone scraper a while back. It was made from a bone that we had left over from some pork chops. It had a slender handle and a scraping surface a little bigger than my thumb. It was turning out pretty nice, but I hadn't had a chance to test it on the moose hide that is stretched on the rack in the back yard. I was anxious to try it when the weather turned warmer.
I have a pile of rocks and stuff near the woodstove. My little primitive tools of the future stash. Well, apparently the dog wanted a bit of a snack. We noticed him chewing on a bone. It turns out that it was my scraper.
He looks guilty to me. I'll bet he ate that bit of sinew I saved from the deer legs too!