I’ll be honest—I was pretty skeptical the first time someone suggested I make liver treats for Snickers. The smell, the texture, the whole idea of handling raw liver in my kitchen—none of it sounded particularly appealing on a Sunday afternoon. But then I made the mistake of buying a bag of freeze-dried liver treats from … Read more
Saturday mornings in our house have a sacred ritual – I make cinnamon rolls from scratch, the whole house fills with that warm, sweet-spicy aroma, and everyone gravitates to the kitchen like they’re under a spell. Including Snickers, who parks himself right at my feet and gives me those eyes that say “surely one of … Read more
You know that feeling when you’re too lazy to even think about cooking – for yourself, your family, let alone your dog? Yeah, that was me the other night. I was this close to just tossing Snickers a handful of kibble and calling it a day. But here’s the thing, I love that little guy … Read more
Sunday dinner at our house usually means something’s roasting in the oven, the kitchen smells amazing, and Snickers is posted up near the stove like she’s waiting for a miracle. A few weeks ago, I was pulling a meatloaf out of the oven for us when it occurred to me, “why am I making dinner … Read more
I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not exactly a fancy baker. My idea of going all out usually involves adding chocolate chips to something. But last month, my older daughter had a school project about France, and suddenly our kitchen was filled with pictures of the Eiffel Tower, berets, and those delicate little … Read more
There’s a pretzel shop in the mall near us that Snickers and I walk past every time we’re running errands, and without fail, she stops dead in his tracks when we get close. The smell of fresh-baked pretzels wafting out is apparently irresistible to both humans and dogs, though I’ve had to disappoint her every … Read more
Saturday mornings at our house smell like butter, maple syrup, and chaos (the good kind), where everyone’s shuffling around the kitchen in pajamas waiting for pancakes to hit their plate. A couple of weeks ago, Snickers was doing his usual routine of sitting perfectly still next to the stove, convinced that if he were patient … Read more
Last month, I was sitting on the couch with an Oreo in one hand and my phone in the other when Snickers gave me that look (you know the one), where they tilt their head and stare at your snack like you’re committing a crime by not sharing. I felt guilty for about two seconds … Read more
Sunday mornings in our house have a rhythm to them: coffee brewing, pancakes on the griddle, and Snickers planted firmly at my feet, convinced she’s been forgotten in all the breakfast chaos. A few weeks ago, I was pulling out the waffle maker for the kids when it hit me: why shouldn’t Snickers get in … Read more
You know those mornings when you’re running low on dog treats and your pup is looking at you like it’s the end of the world? That happened to me last Tuesday. I opened the treat jar to find exactly three sad-looking biscuits rattling around at the bottom, and Snickers was doing her whole “I’m starving … Read more