Sorry to disappoint. I’m still up and dressed.
Prince Charming:
What are you wearing?
Me:
An apron.
Prince Charming:
Sexy. What are you making at this hour?
Me:
I’m baking.
Prince Charming:
Ooh, that’s even sexier! What are you baking?
Me:
Don’t get too excited. I’m baking for the dogs. I’ve got some cinnamon-apple treats in the oven.
Prince Charming:
Those lucky dogs.
Me:
More like spoiled dogs. Look at them begging for their yummies.
I flipped my phone to camera mode and turnedit on the two Labs who’d been haunting my footsteps ever since I came into the kitchen. They were ready with begging eyes, forlorn because their treats tooktoo longto bake. Once they were out, they’d have to cool—another travesty in their doggy lives.
It took some coaxing to get Lady and Tramp in the same photo together. Eventually, I bribed them with apple slices dipped in peanut butter.
I took the photo of them still licking their chops, hungry eyes looking up at me.
Prince Charming:
How can you resist that? Bruno has me wrapped around his paw too. I always give in to these eyes!
He sent me a snapshot of a little French bulldog who gazed at the camera with a worshipful gaze.
Me:
I read somewhere that dogs hug you with their eyes. That little guy adores you.
Prince Charming:
The feeling is mutual.
The oven buzzer went off, and I got busy pulling out a tray of biscuits and whipping up my next batch of banana-yogurt treats. I wanted to do an initial test of each recipe, and then I’d make notes about any tweaks I needed to refine them. I had to get the balance of ingredients right so that the dogs enjoyed the flavor and they had the right texture.
I got lost in the work, setting out a dozen biscuits to cool and getting the next set in the oven. Lady and Tramp finally got their first taste, gobbling up apple-cinnamon treats.
I’d gotten the bake just right, the biscuit crunching in their teeth. The flavor must have been good, because they wolfed it down and looked at me formore.
