What Is That Noise? [OC]

One quiet Saturday morning, I was enjoying my coffee and planning a productive day when I suddenly heard a strange noise coming from the kitchen. It sounded like a combination of a cat trying to cough up a furball and a blender running without a lid. I slowly approached, peering around the corner, convinced I had either a small engine malfunction or that my cat had finally lost her mind. To my surprise, I found my dog, Buddy, caught in a bag of flour; it looked like he was reenacting a scene from a very uncoordinated white powder party.
As I laughed uncontrollably, Buddy turned to me with the most ridiculous expression, covered head-to-paws in a cloud of flour. He seemed to proudly wear his shame like a baker’s apron, while the remnants of flour rained down like confetti. After all, you don’t always need a reason to get into trouble; sometimes, you just need an unopened bag of flour and a lot of excitement. I’ll never be able to look at baking the same way again—every time I grab flour, I half-expect my dog to pop up and ask where the cake is!