No sugar. No preservatives. Just Doggie goodness.

 Great gift idea for all your furry friends!

 I really am out of practice and forgot to get photos of mixing up the dough. I also think using a dog bone shaped cookie cutter would be much smarter and save a lot of time!


I worked off of a King Arthur recipe for these. I liked it, there weren't too many ingredients or any waiting. Just make and bake.

To make the hole, I used a piece of a straw. Why a hole? Oh, ya know, I pictured tormenting your dog hanging them on a Christmas tree and tempting them to knock the tree down to get them!






Next I had fun packaging them up!


 

 

 Adapted from King Arthur's recipe

•  1cup flour
• 1/2 cup oats
• 1/4 cup dry milk.
• 1/4 teaspoon salt.
• 1 large egg
• 1/2 cup peanut butter

1. Preheat the oven to 300°F. Lightly grease a couple of baking sheets.
2. Mix together the flour, oats, dried milk, and salt.
3. Add the egg and peanut butter, stirring to combine; the mixture will be crumbly.
4. Add enough water to bring the dough together; depending on the season, you may need to add a bit more or a bit less.
5. To make biscuits use a dog-bone cutter or shape by hand like I did.
6. Bake the biscuits for about 40 to 50 minutes, baking the smaller cookies for a shorter amount of time. When finished, the biscuits will be dark golden brown, and will be dry and crisp all the way through.
7. Remove the biscuits from the oven, and cool right on the pans.

 

We met Mable, this gorgeous Collie at the Laurel Snow area. 

She just came running up to us like we were her long lost friends!

She was certainly not hungry and her coat was freshly groomed.

I asked her if she lived near by. She wouldn’t say but her tags confirmed that.

 

 

I figured she sneaks out after her mom goes to work and she probably hurried back to be sitting on the porch when mom gets back.  Mable refused to agree or disagree with any of that.

 

 

To the right of the trail is the old coal mine entrance

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The sign was right, the bridge was “out”.

 

The bold souls skootched across the fallen tree.

 

 

 

The timid souls (I was one of them) Skootched across this log.  Mable waded across. My camera was packed up just in case…

 

 

 

 

 

 

We didn’t go all the way to either falls. But there were some little falls here and there.

 

 

And rocks, lots of those.

 

 

 

When we got back to the parking lot Mable’s mom came to pick her up.

Mable’s mom said she has made so many friends through Mable. She told us Mable does this about once a week she is now 10 years old and rather lame so for the next 3 or so days she just sits on the couch. She got Mable as a rescue dog and Mable she hoped Mable would slow down and not go these long hikes but old age hasn’t seemed to stop her.

 

 

If Mable could talk she’d brag about her hard working, optimistic, positive, cancer surviving mom and the good life Mable and her mom have, the leather couch that is oh so comfortable after a crazy 5 mile hike just to walk down another glorious trail by some random hiker’s side, the good dog food that the neighbor dog loves too, and just being Mable’s favorite person in the whole world!

 

 

If you are lucky, you too may get to meet Mable somewhere out in the Laurel Snow area on a trail. If you do, just call her mom, the phone number is on Mable’s tags.

 

We got to meet 9 fat wiggly Poodle Anatolian Shepard great Pyrenees puppies. 

You may remember just last year Allison Krauss, the Anatolian Shepard /great Pyrenees was a fuzzy white puppy herself and now she’s a teenage mother. James Taylor  the long legged black poodle is now a young dad. James works hard to provide for his young family. Or something like that. Well maybe more like he gets told to stop being so hyper and gets taken for walks to use up some of his extra energy. In any case he didn’t make it into any of the puppy photos.

 

 

Allison likes visitors because she gets biscuits. 

 

 

The curious puppies came out to meet us first.

 

 

Allison kept an eye on us.

 

 

Then there were so many puppies excited to see us they were too hard to count and they all were black except for a few with white bits here and there.

 

 

 

aww.

 

 

Look at those huge puppy paws!

 

I got to meet Allison Krauss this afternoon.

 

 

At two months old she’s the cutest little fuzz ball.

 

 

 

 

 

 

But she doesn’t just sit around, she’s a working dog. 

 

 

 

 

Kinda like the cone of shame only for goats.

 

 

Annie Antler doesn’t have any piece of pipe taped to her horns, but she’s older and now knows better than to stick her head in the fence.

 

 

This is Jazz

 

 

Annie Antler again

 

 

 

 

Janice Joplin

 

 

Patsy Cline

 

 

Allison Krauss is a great Pyrenees Anatolian mix.