Boden walked up to me yesterday morning and said, “Mommy, Daddy farted me…”
As I summoned up all the seriousness I could muster, I asked, “sweetie, what does ‘farted’ mean?”
He explained, “it means when you are not nice and don’t listen.”
Duly noted, Sweet Boden.
Sadly, I think there are quite a few humans that may have farted more than their fair share already today.
today’s a big day in the Becker House– our sweet pup, Lucy Jane, is 7-years-old!
so, we made her homemade dog biscuits! Thought I might share the recipe here!
2 1/2 Cups Whole Wheat Flour
1/2 Cup Powdered Milk
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. garlic powder
1 tsp. brown sugar
6 tbsp. margarine
1 egg, beaten
1/2 Cup ice water
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Combine flour, dry milk, salt, garlic powder and sugar.
Cut in margarine until mixture resembles corn meal,
Mix in beaten egg.
Work dough into a ball.
Roll out dough to 1/2-inch thickness.
Cut with cookie cutters.
Bake for 25-30 minutes.
Remove & Cool.
*Mods: i used white flour, because that’s what I had. I tripled the batch, because I had three eggs I needed to use up. I like to bake this, and then shut off the oven and leave it in for a few hours, or over night to really dry out the biscuits. If you don’t do that step, they end up being softer, but don’t keep as long….
we used various cookie cutters– dog-shaped, cat shaped, bone shaped and dinosaur shaped!
if you end up making this, let me know what you (and your pooch) think! 😉
just logged six miles – #BOOM! and here are the things I was thinking about today:
6 miles is far.
apparently the neighborhood frogs have been playing frogger… and not very successfully, i might add
i wonder how big that blister on my foot is going to end up being
and this final one is more like a #runningdeepthoughts: what would this world be like if humans always communicated what they were thinking and feeling? Not just in the vein of being rude/brutally honest, but also to better define emotions?….
trying to get back into the habit of running, while looking at the business-end of this… so I made it out again this morning (still in the single digits of this streak, mind you), for a slow and steady slog.
one of the “joys” of running is the time you have with your own thoughts. (blessing/curse: still TBD).
I like to think of these as #runningtruths.
Today’s #truth: “when you live at the top of a hill, your workout will always start easy (downhill) and you will never avoid the fact that you must drag your sorry self uphill just to get home!”