Bake on parchment paper for about 25 minutes.
Happy Thanksgiving! Wish we could share our holiday treats with you. Our Papa Peep is making pies. Mama Peep is watching Stretch save the world in Independence Day and enjoying the sunshine. 
Don't you just hate it that it is not even Thanksgiving and the winter holiday music is already playing? Me too. This is not taking it that far -- but it did make me laugh. I wonder how our boy, Henry, would react!
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2. This is for my brother and sister, Randy and Misumi. I think this would be a great look for Billy and Momo. Get busy with those knitting needles!
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| Pouting? I'm in too! |
I heard a bump-thump, bump-thump and checked the kitchen for the source of the sounds. Henry, probably encouraged by his success with Stephanie's birthday cake, was doing his best to jump up to the counter. (Scroll down three stories.) I am sure he was only trying to capture the cookies to save his peeps from themselves.
What is it about dogs? Henry has two perfectly good water bowls outside. They are clean and changed regularly. Humph. Where does he belly up to the bar? The water fountain. Do I clean it? Nope. Do I rinse it out? Yes, but rarely.
I am counting this as an example of sympathy drinking. I mention this because Henry is still not helping with the removal of the oleander hedge. The work has progressed up to radically cutting back the fourth oleander with more to follow. So, of course hydration is important. Henry watches for awhile, takes a few slurps from the fountain and has found a lovely spot in the 95 degree heat to snooze until he deems it necessary to give his peeps more oleander encouragement. 
In Henry's backyard, there are about 45 feet of oleanders creating a very solid hedge. Well, it was once solid - still solid but now scraggly. The oleander bug has got the plants in its greedy little clutches and the hedge is dying. The plants were installed many years before we moved in -- and have continued to grow during the 15 years we have lived in the house. Until about a year ago, the plants were trimmed to 8 feet tall and about 4 feet deep. They were happily thriving with their foot of oleander mulch. Now the poor darlings are dying out and looking pretty sad. 
Now I ask you, is it too much to expect Henry to do his part in the removal of these old monsters? I made the request politely and all I got was an enthusiastic head shake. Pretty rude if you ask me! When my folks wanted work to be done, it got done (well, most of the time anyway). Ah this younger generation - what is he? Generation X or Y or Z?
Worse than that, he laughed at me and the whole concept of helping out at home. He did watch the instructional pulling-the-roots video with me. He just needs to dig down two feet around the plants in about a four foot circle cutting the roots as he goes along. He can't officially count, but perhaps he understands the concept of 10 huge root balls. Smart puppy!
Henry is a good boy, but sometimes life is so dog-gone tempting! What is a dog to do when the peeps take their dinner guest through the house on a mini tour.
Mama peep has never seen Henry scoop so much into his mouth in such a short time - and has never heard many little puppy burps. It was so yummy…but to eat that fast, a lot of air was gulped too.
11/1/13: 33 minutes brisk walk.
Henry and I explored the Whittier walkway today. There is a dog park coming soon along that path, so we investigated. We didn't find the construction spot for the future doggie park, (and that made us nervous since it is suppose to be here soon) but Henry liked the bridges - they are perfect spots to check out the traffic from a new perspective. That, and we are working on getting really tired today before the trick or treaters come knocking. I am thinking if we are pooped, we'll sleep in front of a classic NOT real scary story, like Clifford the Big Red Dog....or Lassie (unless little Timmy is down the well! )
Couch to K12 Halloween update:
I realized years ago that purchasing and watching the old Jane Fonda exercise video did not work. You actually have to do the exercises too. Go figure!
According to Henry, life is not easy in a house with cats. Otto and Vivika try to give advice from the top of the couch, but who knows if they are being pals or just their normal sarcastic kitty folks.
Henry is thinking that his mom and dad are pretty silly. They sit in front of the UW Husky vrs. O Ducks football game and get all excited. Henry thinks it is boring. All that yelling and groaning-emotional turmoil. Henry likes a little easy listening music instead.
All of the yummy treats from yesterday disappeared. Those slices of sweet potato were great...too great.
Henry was not pleased. He only got four. He knows who ate his treats and from this point on, he will not willingly share his kibble with any of his human friends. So there! (It will not be mentioned that his kibble is of limited interest to humans.) I am not even going to bring up the thievery to the neighbor pit bull, Sheldon. I don't want to irritate that sweet boy!
