Since "my" Christmas is still two weeks away, I finally got a start on the baking yesterday (those inedible pigs don't count). Don't laugh. I started with a batch of dog biscuits cut with a bone-shaped cutter for Bessie Anne and my son's dog, Smoke. As they can't read, I feel this secret is safe. When cutting out cookies, there's always that little blob left over and I baked that too. Well away from the kitchen so she wouldn't suspect, I gave that trial blob to Bess. What if these "bones" went the way of the pigs? She crunched it up and licked up the crumbs. (I think she's going to like her present!)
I've mentioned a prior dog, Dogie, and cat, Victor. On a Christmas years past, Dogie received a bag of special treats and Victor was given a little Santa toy stuffed with catnip. Unlike Bessie Anne, who immediately guts every stuffed toy she's ever had, Dogie took care of her toys and never destroyed a one. It wasn't until after all the gifts were opened and we were cleaning up that we found the shreds and pieces of Victor's Santa under a table. Was it jealousy? Dogie evidently didn't feel that she needed to be so circumspect with Victor's toy.
Merry Christmas to all!