Snickers was doing his slow circle around the kitchen on a Tuesday night while I was making myself dinner. Just walking the perimeter, nose up, tail low, like a tiny health inspector. I wasn’t even cooking anything interesting. Pasta with jarred sauce. But he was committed to the patrol. I’d ordered a sample box of … Read more
Snickers was turning three, and I had exactly zero plan for his birthday treat. I’d been scrolling through dog cake photos for twenty minutes, feeling that familiar mix of guilt and determination. You know the one. Every photo had this gorgeous swirl of frosting on top, and the dogs in the pictures looked like they’d … Read more
Snickers was sitting next to me on the kitchen floor, doing that thing where he rests his chin on my knee and stares up like he hasn’t eaten in six days. I was scrolling through Nom Nom’s website, looking at their fresh dog food meals. Chicken, sweet potatoes, spinach. All cooked gently, portioned perfectly, shipped … Read more
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