I baked a batch of dog cookies yesterday.
As soon as I took them out of the oven, Gus popped his head around the corner. This is his I'm-in-a-cookie-trance face.
Clyde, as usual, positioned himself front and center. Notice that he is directly in front of the refrigerator. It's his favorite place to be when I'm cooking, because every time I open the fridge I have to nudge him out of the way.
He has a knack for figuring out how to get attention when I'm focused on something other than him.
I packaged up some of the cookies for a friend's dog, a golden retriever named Jessie, whose birthday is
today. Happy 14th Birthday, Jessie!