It's almost Valentine's Day, which is why I'm sporting this way cool Snoopy bandanna.
This is my big sister, Ruby Tuesday. She has a cool Valentine's Day bandanna, too.
I am a very good dog - well, when I'm not pooping in the house or stealing stuffed animals from beds. (Hey, they look like dog toys.) I love my people (especially the smaller ones), and they love me.
So, when my mommy got the urge to bake (which she does when we're under a "Winter Storm Warning" - whatever that is), she decided to make cookies in my likeness - and she made them out of gingerbread dough, because she knows two things about the small people in my house: (1) they LOVE gingerbread; and (2) they tend to drop stuff on the floor. She also knows something about me and my sister: we like to eat stuff that falls on the floor (hmm . . . maybe it's not a coincidence that I seem to gravitate to the smalls). Since chocolate can make Ruby and me sick, Mom calls gingerbread a "safe" cookie.
The shiny stuff is a grapefruit-powdered sugar glaze. Normally Mom uses lemon on gingerbread, but she's been on a grapefruit kick lately. She did make some chocolate chip cookies, too, but only a few, on account of how Daddy appropriated the bowl of dough before she could bake them. So the boys only got a few CC cookies out of the deal - made into sandwiches, with cream cheese frosting in the middle, and with the edges rolled in sprinkles:
This is my sister Ruby:
And this is me. My eyes are little balls of caramel; Mom didn't have any mini chocolate chips handy, and she thought that caramel suited me (because I inherited light brown eyes from my dachshund parent).
Want a piece of me? You should. Because I am delicious.