The "Creative" Beagle

I'm not sure what it is about thunderstorms, but I always get inspired to be "creative", especially, when my humans are not at home. (Kess' mama: If you read between the lines, "creative" = "mischief"). There was that one time, I decided to help mama with some gardening and cut down the red palm. I don't know why she didn't appreciate my efforts. It was a lot of hard work for a little beagle like me to trim the large red palm. Of course, this beagle never would have thought that my human didn't want it cut down!


There was another time, I decided to help bring down the curtain for a wash. Of course, I couldn't reach the top, so I ended up tearing the bottom part instead...Whoops! Then there was one time when I wanted to refinish the shoe cabinet, so I scratched the side of the door to strip out the laminate...I guess you get the picture by now...

Anyway, last weekend, my humans were out for dinner. As it happens, it rained cats and dogs that night, complete with thunder and lightning. During dinner, the entire family speculated on what mischief this beagle would be up to. With fear and trepidation, my humans returned home. What would they come across? They stepped into the house gingerly, eyeing the living and dining room carefully. Everything looks normal. Phew! Mum called gramps to report that all is well...until dad entered the kitchen and came across this scene...



This beagle had decided to bake some bread. After all, I have seen my humans bake bread on their nifty bread machine all the time. I figured it would be really easy. The bread flour was on the lower rack, within my reach. I'll just get it out and measure it carefully before putting it into the bread machine. I kinda forgot that the bread machine was kept away in the pantry cupboard.

My humans thought that since this beagle made the mess, this beagle should clean it up...


Three guesses as to who ended cleaning up the spilled flour?


Anyway, mama, don't cry over spilled flour (eer...) I mean milk (To cry over spilled milk is to remain upset about a past loss). Needless to say, our household did not have any bread for breakfast the next day.