Dog Shame. Tamale found two full 5 lb bags of flour in a bag on the middle of my dining table that were meant for baking for my sister this week. My house is a DISASTER. The craziest thing is that the flour was next to a new bag of sugar. Hello? How did that not appeal more than 10 pounds of flour??
The trail continues from the dining table, over her dog bed, across my suede boots, and throughout the living room. What a nightmare.
This was how I actually found her when I came in. Clearly she is thinking, "Is this not how you wanted me to spend my day while you are at work? I'm saving you from countless carb calories!"
Cholula wants no part in this.