Two of his favourite things
Jake’s diet hit a roadblock last week … in the form of peanut butter cookies. Oops!
It wasn’t intentional on my part, honestly, it wasn’t. I was just craving peanut butter cookies (which don’t do anything for my waistline either) and I had to bake for an event and it just happened.
I know our RoadDog loves cookies, especially when he can smell them fresh from the oven. I know he’s crazy about peanut butter. I just didn’t put two and two together, for some reason, and realize that I was about to drive him out of his hairy little mind.
But there he was in the kitchen, big brown eyes staring up at me, tongue out just enough to be adorable, one front paw lifted up in the air (that’s his new thing when he either wants something or is feeling tentative about some situation). And there went my heart, slowly melting. Okay, I admit it, quickly melting like an ice cube on a hot August day.
I held out from giving him any dough, even though I know that’s the best part of making cookies. However, when they came out of the oven and our beloved Cairn was still there under my feet looking up at me, I broke and gave him a piece of my cookie still warm from the oven. And then, just maybe, another piece of another cookie which was not quite as warm as the first but still delicious.
I just can’t say no to those eyes and I don’t even try to ignore that tongue when he sticks it out just so. I’ll have to take him on a long walk to make up for our transgressions.