I ran out of oat flour on a Sunday. Had the peanut butter out, the egg cracked, Snickers already sitting in his spot by the oven because he knows what baking day means. And then I opened the pantry and realized I’d used the last of the oats two days ago on his frozen yogurt … Read more
Snickers turned 3 last month. I didn’t plan anything big. No party hats, no dog-friendly cake towers, none of that. Just me, him, and a quiet afternoon in the kitchen. But I wanted to make him something that looked like a birthday treat. Something with frosting. Something with color. Something I could hold up, take … Read more
Snickers was sitting next to me on the couch last Tuesday night, doing that thing where he rests his chin on my thigh and stares up like he hasn’t eaten in three days. I was eating cottage cheese straight from the tub with a spoon. Classy, I know. He nudged my hand. I looked down … Read more
Snickers discovered jerky at a friend’s house. She had one of those fancy dehydrators on the counter and was making chicken jerky strips for her golden retriever. She tossed Snickers a piece. He caught it midair, which he never does, chewed it for about three seconds, and then stood perfectly still staring at her hand … Read more
Snickers was doing circles around the kitchen last Saturday while I rolled out a batch of oat biscuits. Normal weekend routine. I had the whole thing done in about 20 minutes, treats cooling on the counter, mess cleaned up, dog parked in front of the baking sheet like a security guard. Then my friend texted … Read more
The first time I cooked lamb for Snickers was an accident. I’d bought a pack of ground lamb for a shepherd’s pie I was making for myself, used most of it, and had about half a pound left sitting in the fridge. I didn’t want to waste it. Snickers was due for dinner. So I … Read more
I noticed Snickers scratching behind his ear one morning. Not the casual, absent-minded kind. The intense, back-leg-going-a-mile-a-minute kind where you can hear the thumping from the next room. I checked for fleas. Nothing. Checked for ticks. Clean. But the skin behind his ear was dry, flaky, and slightly pink. The vet said it wasn’t anything … Read more
Snickers smelled the bananas before I even opened the air fryer. He parked himself on the kitchen floor and didn’t move for 15 minutes. Tail going, ears up, one paw on my foot like he was placing an order. Christina walked in and asked why the dog was “guarding the counter.” He wasn’t guarding. He … Read more
Snickers was sitting on the kitchen floor watching me cook dinner last Thursday. Chicken breast, broccoli, sweet potatoes. Normal weeknight stuff. And he had that look. The one where he tilts his head slightly and his ears drop forward, like he’s doing math on the odds of getting a piece. I glanced at his bowl. … Read more
I signed up for Ollie last fall. Filled out the quiz, picked the Chicken & Carrots recipe, and waited for the box to arrive like it was Christmas. When it showed up, Snickers lost his mind. I’ve never seen him eat that fast. Bowl licked clean in under 90 seconds. Not a crumb of evidence … Read more