If there’s one thing a golden loves, it’s food. They’re like the garbage disposals of the dog universe. Not that other dogs aren’t little garbage disposal units on legs, but these guys are totally out of control. I’ve never known anything like her – except when my Doberman drooled shoe laces over oranges. Ich liebe Orangen!
So, the love goes so deep that she threatens me with those deep brown eyes of hers. Try, just try, to deny the tractor beam on your food. I find myself giving my favorite bits to her…what the hell?
So, of course, Miss Shagbottom is a huge fan of marshmallows. We play catch with the little ones, and they are great for trick rewards. Just, they are too sugary to use many — or, as in this case, they’ve been warming in my cuppa cocoa. It’s true, too. I have been eating too many cookies. She’s got me there, but she can’t have raisins, or walnuts or chocolate and since I made oatmeal/craisin/walnut/raisin cookies (mum’s secret recipe) and chocolate chips (Toll House recipe), I was forced to batch her some pumpkin peanut butter ones.
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