My greyt boy turned 3 a few days ago. And I completely forgot. I have no excuse for forgetting, either, because his birth date is tattooed inside of his ear (yet another horrible practice of the greyhound racing industry).
Thankfully, he is completely oblivious that his “mommy doesn’t love him anymore” (thanks, J!). And the fact that the two fluffy kitties are plotting something definitely not good. And that he has a veterinarian appointment today. He has been preoccupied lately with soaking up something that we didn’t see very often when we lived in western Washington: the sun!
This year I changed things up a bit. I doubled the oil in the recipe to adjust for Tahoe’s high altitude (and it’s good for his coat, too). I used canned pureed pumpkin instead of the applesauce and I added a handful of dried cranberries to the mix (he’s crazy about dried cranberries and, unlike raisins, they are safe for a dog to eat in moderation). These canine cakes are definitely human-worthy!
Maybe I was feeling guilty about forgetting his birthday this year. Or maybe I was feeling guilty about the rectal thermometer experience at the vet’s office today. Or maybe I am becoming the crazy
cat dog lady (somewhere in Wyoming, my mother-in-law is laughing her ass off). This year I went an extra step and made a “frosting” out of the leftover pumpkin and some extra peanut butter (a 2:1 ratio) whisked together until smooth. Then I sprinkled the leftover carrots over the top. Hey, orange coconut!
Look at him licking his chops! He attempted, unsuccessfully, to get the whole thing in his mouth all at once.
But, he did succeed at making the cake disappear in under a minute.
And he licked the plate clean. And on to the floor.
One last licky.
Ahhh, food coma!