Instead of baking up a boring ol' meat cake, I went with a corn, carrot, peanut butter, honey concoction. You see, Kip has a sweet tooth and I wanted to cater to his delicate palate. Once out of the oven, I carved it up into a bone shape, added peanut butter frosting and cheese letters and lit five candles. Four for his years on Planet Earth. One for good luck.
Much to my chagrin, Kip wanted nothing to do with the flaming piece of art in front of him. (Not surprising though. This is a dog who hides in a corner if you laugh too loud.) Owen didn't seem to have a problem though. Shocker. I decided to help Kip out with a tasty finger-fed-frosting sample. He seemed to get the drift, so I backed off.
But still, the candles. Looks happy, right?
Once we got rid of those, things turned around. Of course, Owen kept trying to sneak in for a sample. And 2 or three nibbles in, Kip was a happy boy. (Don't worry, he eventually shared with his brother.)
After all the fun, Will and I celebrated National Fudge Day with hot fudge sundaes. Call me Enlarging Marge, puhlease. Especially now that I can use my belly as a shelf.
