My human's been working a lot lately, which means he's had less time to serve as a lumpy pillow for me to lay on. He also hasn't been around much for me to play keep-away with.
That means my human's mate has been busier around the house. That means things sometimes get missed. Like closing the pantry door, lucky for me.
When my human or his family leave the pantry door open, I feel like I've hit the mother lode. Sometimes, I'll find some yummy bread to eat, or a potato to gnaw on. Once, my human left some chocolate with some white stuff in it on his desk where I could get to it. Man, was that tasty! I wish he'd do that again.
Today, though, was payback. The pantry door was left open all day, and me with the house to myself. Being a beagle, of course I had to check it out. Inquiring minds, you know.
Well, I found a box full of packets of stuff that looked like something I could sink my teeth into. So I tore into a packet, and it spilled out onto the floor. So I tried again. And again. After tearing into a bunch of packets and having them all spill out like sand, I gave up. It wasn't worth the effort. [EDITOR'S NOTE: For the record, it was seven or eight packets of instant oatmeal.]
I don't know what my humans see in this stuff. You can't chew it. And even when you can eat some of it, you end up being thirsty because you've just eaten sand or something like it. Give me something with crunch to it any day of the week.
All that effort for no return, I think I'll take a nap.
Bark. Bark. Howl.
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