Just one short year ago we added Oliver to the Hurd Avenue Zoo! While he's added much excitement and some consternation to our lives, he's also stolen our hearts. I thought we needed to celebrate his Forever Home Day anniversary so I made him some cookies. Doggie cookies – although they smelled good enough to come to work with me as a snack!
They took a total of 5 minutes to put together and 15 to bake. He is totally worth it.
Oliver's Peanut Butter Dog Cookies1 to 1 1/2 cups flour
¾ cup oatmeal
¼ cup wheat germ
¼ cup peanut butter
¼ cup vegetable oil
¼ cup honey
1 tsp baking powder
½ cup water
Throw all the ingredients in a mixing bowl and combine.
It should be thick enough to roll into 2" balls, but not so dry it falls apart.
Flatten each one with the tines of a fork, the same way you would for a "human" peanut butter cookie! Bake at 325 for 15-20 minutes, or until they are golden brown.
This is Izzy at the keyboard now. I deposed that stupid human woman. Told her that imbecilic dog Samson had broken a nail. . . She's such a muttonhead that she left with much crying and wimpering to take care of "my itty bitty baby boy who is just the sweetest dog ever on the face of the earth and how could anything happen to my sweet boy and mama is coming darling. . ." Dumb b*tch.
I have a plot to rid the world of dogs you know. All this simpering foolishness about Forever Home Anniversary is just bullsh*t. No one will remember the day I was rescued from under the dumpster. Why should we make such a big deal for one of "them" – that's the way I refer to all dogs now. . ."them."
This was the only way I could get any cookie action –
See me looking out of the corner of my eye? I knew either one of "them" was going to come and rat me out or "she" was going to yell and throw me off the counter.
I get no respect.
She's coming back. Probably got Samson's leg in a sling or something. Makes me sick to even think about it. You just keep your ear to the ground, because Izzy is my name and making "them" look stupid is my game.
Not that it's that difficult. . .