So when I heard the chewing noise, I quickly stepped from the kitchen into the front hall to see what Ray was up to. He was laying quietly with a bone across his front paw, his neck stretched out and his head resting on the ground in front of him. His telltale eyebrows however, were doing the eyebrow dance.
Next to him, about a foot away was one of my favorite sandals. He has been rather fascinated with this pair of sandals lately and they have been taking a bit of a beating. This particular sandal had fresh chew marks in the leather and it was still wet from (dog?) slobber.
I don't want to unjustly accuse anyone because, truthfully, the sandal wasn't in his mouth or between his feet, but I have my suspicions about the dog.