The other day, my daughter and I made a few batches of cookies. One of which was a batch of homemade dog cookies...
Fred rarely gets anything other than his regular dog food. He has what some may call a flatulence problem. We are all much happier when he goes without any extras in his diet.
One of the advantages to not sharing any tid bits with Fred is he doesn't beg at meal time, it's just not an issue. I like that. I really don't like being stared at when I eat, I find it unnerving.
I only make these treats once a year, mostly for gifts for the other dogs we know. Fred gets quite perky when I make them.
"Are they done yet?"Actually, I find them rather stinky when they bake, an aroma Fred relishes. After they cool, I let Fred be the taste tester. I then put them in zipper bags to keep them fresh. I also put the human cookies in a zipper bag.
I think I need to make another batch of the human kind...
What can I say, I'm a sucker for that cute little mug. Zip, Zip he gets a cookie.
Fred always follows me around the house, wherever I am, so is Fred. My little shadow. Now, however there seems to be an extra spring in his step. He has this uncanny ability of getting me to notice him.
"Hey mom, I'm right down here, what are you doing? How about a cookie? Look at me!"A year or so ago, I taught him how to roll over. Now, all of the sudden I've got this little dog rolling around all over the house, he's throwing everything he's got at me, sit, shake, (both paws) sit up, sit pretty, lay down,you name it, he's doing it. Constantly.
"How about this?"
"For cripes sake! Please?"All I need to do is twirl my finger, and off he goes rolling around the house. He gets himself stuck every once in a while, up against the coffee table, shoes, things get in the way, but by gosh, it doesn't stop him, he just rolls the other way. Sheesh! Sometimes his gears get stuck, and he just sits and spins. I find it quite amusing. (understatement, it's hysterical) He's giving his all. There's really nothing I can do but give in.
I do have one rule though, he has to eat all of his regular food before any treats come out. I think that rule finally dawned on him last night. He was working hard a trying to get my attention, to let me know he thought now was a good time for a cookie. He very loudly marched over to his food dish, as if to tell me he had indeed eaten all of his dinner, well what could I do? He got a cookie.
I sure do love my little dog!
Merry Christmas Everyone!