How do you spell spoiled dog? D-A-N-G-E-R! Well we were finishing up making the cookies for us and starting the biscuits when our roommate came home and we told him that we were making treats for Danger, so he went and told him. Danger came immediately running to the kitchen – no joke. He then sat and stared at all the ingredients and drooled, simultaneously creating a very ominously dangerous pool on the floor.
We followed the directions perfectly, well except the whole wheat flour, I thought we didn’t have any, but turns out we did (realized this at the end). Oh and the powdered milk, we didn’t have that either, so regular milk seemed a good enough substitute.
Each step was simple and direct, the way I like them and there weren’t many of them, which was an added bonus. Danger, obviously approved, and hated me when I kept holding them just out of his reach so that I could snap the photo. In fact, all these photos were after he jumped higher than I thought he could and stole the only biscuit we wrote on before I got a photo. He was mad at me for retrieving it for at least three more biscuits. Trust me, you don’t want Danger glaring at you, especially when he’s sleeping at the foot of your bed…
I made him wait a really long time. He finally got sick of it and jumped to take it back:
GRADE: A+
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