So this is what mama does all day.
All I know is she goes into the kitchen and cooks a BUNCH of yummy-smelling stuff and I can’t eat any of it.
It’s so unfair!
Sometimes, I’ll lay in the middle of the kitchen just so she’ll notice me and hopefully drop something on my head. Or sneak me a piece without Oreo knowing. Since mama likes me best, she’ll probably give me two pieces. But nope, she just steps over me and doesn’t drop anything.
It’s a hard life I live.
I mean, doesn’t she know I work all day? Between howling with sirens to direct them to their destination, barking at the UPS man to tell him what to do, and growling at our evil neighbor dog, Dakota, I barely have enough time for napping or sunbathing.
And when she takes me on our walks, I do so good! It works me up quite the appetite… one which is not rewarded with anything from the kitchen except cottage cheese a couple nights a week (Mom, I promise I’m not knocking the cottage cheese–I love it and it’s awesome and so are you.)
But a dog wants something special every once in awhile for a job well done. I mean, the UPS trucks aren’t going to get chased off by themselves. And I can’t trust anyone else to do the herding and barking, soooo…a guy wants a little reward. Is that so much to ask?
I noticed mama was cooking with pumpkin this past weekend. Did you know pumpkin is good for dog’s digestion? (Are you wondering how I know this? Well, it’s because I’m the world’s smartest dog breed, that’s why. I also know all the numbers of Pi and the real story behind the Bermuda Triangle, but no one bothers to ask me so I never bother to tell them).
Anyway, I have a good mama who knew that pumpkin was good for my sometimes-picky tummy and wanted to make me some pumpkin treats for being such a good
barker boy. When I smelled something cooking in the kitchen, I laid right next to the oven to wait for it. This time, it was for me and I was so excited. To show my enthusiasm, I proceeded to bark for ten minutes straight. It was awesome.
I give these Pumpkin Peanut Butter Cookies one paw up (you do know I only have one paw, don’t you??) but I would give them two paws up if I had one to spare. Basically, these cookies are like running through a park that’s riddled with pee smells, catching a squirrel, and going on a Petco shopping spree all at the same time.
Mama insisted on sharing these cookies with you guys and your dogs, so I guess the secret’s out. I know your dog will like them just like I did, unless you’re Dakota, in which case you better not eat any of my cookies, you barking bark.
Oh, and woof woof bark bark woof.
Pumpkin Peanut Butter Cookies For Dogs *from THIS recipe at Dog Treat Kitchen
1 can (approx. 1 & 1/4 cup) pumpkin puree (NOT pumpkin pie mix)
1/4 cup smooth peanut butter
1/2 tsp cinnamon
2 & 1/2 cups flour
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Lightly mist two cookie sheets with cooking spray and set aside.
2. In a large bowl, combine the pumpkin, peanut butter, eggs, cinnamon and flour with a rubber spatula until blended. Dough will be very soft and sticky.
3. Lightly dust a clean, flat work space with flour. Roll the dough out onto the floured surface to about 1/4″ thickness. Use floured cookie cutters to cut out shapes and place about 1″ apart on the prepared cookie sheets.
4. Bake for 20 minutes, rotating pans halfway through bake time for even cooking. These produce chewy cookies. If you’d prefer crunchier cookies, bake for 5-10 minutes longer, keeping an eye on them.
5. Store cookies airtight for up to 3 days (no preservatives, so they spoil faster). Allow cookies to cool entirely before serving to dogs.
*Small disclaimer: I’ve heard mama say that pumpkin is good for my picky tummy. However, I’m not a doctor (hello, I’m a dog), so I can’t tell you if your canine friend will like these treats. Talk to your doctor about your own dog’s diet. Unless you’re Dakota, then shut up, I hate you, you woofing woof.
I really enjoyed these cookies mama made. She tried taking action shots of me eating them, but I was so eager to eat my cookie that I disregarded her pretty photos and jumped anyway. This is my silly face.
And this is Oreo. She couldn’t give a statement about these cookies because she is too busy begging at the kitchen entrance for food. Also, she eats anything she can, so she’s about discriminating as a garbage disposal.
Mama said Dorothy‘s dog, Ginger, loved the cookie and started prancing around with it in her mouth. I haven’t seen Ginger before, but if I may, I think I’m in love. Ginger, call me. I think we could make puppies together real nice like.
Anyway, something, somewhere–perhaps a dust mote–needs barking at. I better get to it. Also, do you KNOW how hard it is to type with one paw?