The other morning, I was cooking breakfast, and had put some sausage in a frying pan. I turned the stove on, and the sausage started cooking.  I walked away from the stove for just a minute, and when I returned to the stove, about two sausage patties were gone. Abby had put her paws up on the stovetop, and reached into the hot frying pan to get the sausage.  While the sausage was cooking I made some scrambled egg mixture in a bowl. I had put the bowl of egg mixture all the way to the back of the counter; I turned my back for just a minute again, to set the table. Abby had stood up on her back legs, and reached with her front paws to get the bowl, tipped it over all over the counter, and onto the floor, and as many of you know, egg is the most horrible thing to clean up.  I made another batch of scrambled eggs, and we did have breakfast, or what was left of it.

Needless to say, this was not a good morning for breakfast, however Abby had a great one.