That is freakin hilarious.
I had a pit mix pet that was our house dog for 17 years. He was about the size of that beagle. My wife makes a chocolate cake, in one of those rectangle cake pans. She takes it out the oven, we leave for a date. We come home, that thing is right there where she left it on the counter, spotless. Literally like it was brand new or just come out of the dishwasher. Butkus, who typically always greets us, was nowhere to be found. We look through the house and in the furthest corner of the house from the kitchen, sat Butkus in the corner, FACING the corner and would not look at us. It was just too damn funny to even try to scold the little guy.