Friday, 5 February 2010

302/365: Make a birthday cake for your dog

Step one: Remind yourself that you love the little monkey. And that lotion is easily replaceable.

Step two: Gather all of your ingredients. Curse that the cheese-grater is in the dishwasher; lament forgetting to run it last night.

Step three: Shoo the beautiful birthday princess away from the ingredients.

Step four: Measure rice flour (Goggies don’t like gluten! Or rather, gluten doesn’t like goggies)

Step five: Tell the birthday pooch that if she jumps on you again you will kill her. And you aren’t kidding. Seriously. Measure baking soda. Get pig’s ear to bribe Dog away from counter. Remind yourself that you love her, darn it!

Step six: Peal and grate carrots.


Step seven: Remember that the oven is not on. Pre heat.
Step eight: Give the dog the left over carrot. After all, if she doesn’t like it today she sure won’t like it tomorrow.

Step nine: Realize that your counter resembles a scene out of a carrot horror movie. 

Step ten: Hate the honey for its sinful stickiness.
Step eleven: 'Accidentally' get honey on your finger; lick off. Forgive it’s sinful ways.

Step twelve: Learn that vanilla is heavier than oil.
Step thirteen: Pull dog off of the counter. Yes, I know you can smell the peanut butter and you WANT IT.
Step fourteen: Realize that the spatula is *also* in the dishwasher. Stop in middle of cycle and hand wash spatula.

Step fifteen: Mix

Step sixteen: Realize that in its uncooked state the cake looks really unappetizing.
Step seventeen: Get a bit on your finger and try it. I recommend skipping this step.

Step eighteen: Spend fifty years getting each of your pie pans equally filled and level. Forget to take a picture when you have finished.
Step nineteen: Pop yer cake in the oven. Wish you had cleaned your oven before posting pictures of it. Keep dog from following cake in--YOU LOVE HER!

Step twenty: Allow adorable birthday doggy to clean the spatula. Aww, she’s so cute, loving her isn’t even a chore at the moment.

(this would have been today's picture)

Step twenty-one: Oh, right—set the timer.

Step twenty-two: Have a bloody cup of tea.

Step twenty-three: Ignore phone ringing while you write a blog post
Step twenty-four: Realize that your dog hasn’t. BUT YOU LOVE HER, DANG IT!

Step twenty-fire: Wrestle telephone away from dog while the timer dings in the background
Step twenty-six: Remove cake from oven, put on cooling rack.  Turn around for .0000027 seconds; cake will get a paw in it and crack.

Step twenty-seven: You. Love. Her. Repeat this to yourself.

Step twenty-eight: Leave to cool. Shoo dog out of kitchen. Realize your tea is cold.
 


Ingredients!



 I used the dog peanut butter carrot cake recipe that you can find all over the internet, only I doubled it because this pup deserves two layers ;D The non-doubled recipe is as follows (since my handwriting in that photo is atrocious):
1 cup rice flour
1 tsp. baking soda
1/4 cup peanut butter
1/4 cup vegetable oil
1 cup shredded carrots
1 tsp. vanilla
1/3 cup honey
1 egg

Throw everything in a bowl, give it a mix, bake at 175C/350F for a half hour.

I am going to frost mine with cream cheese honey frosting, but I'm sure if Haze could get in the kitchen she would be all over it plain.

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011, originally uploaded by missjoules.

I tossed Dave a roll of poo bags last night, it streamered it up. hazel grabbed the other end. Good times :D

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002, originally uploaded by missjoules.

Wow, happy day 300! I can't believe how fast this has gone. Anyway, here is my girl, a little bit dirty, but always beautiful.

Tuesday, 2 February 2010

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299, originally uploaded by missjoules.

I love when haze puts her head between the banister slats, it reminds me of the firest time we met her. She was 3 weeks old and got her head stuck in the baby gate trying to get back into the big pile of brothers and sisters. So cute. She used to stick her head all the way through but I think she has learned now and will only get so far in.

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298, originally uploaded by missjoules.

Yes, Hello, my name is Hazel and I would like some attention, please. And if not that, some of the porridge will do nicely.

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297, originally uploaded by missjoules.

Yeah, um, crazy lady? WHY ARE YOU LAYING ON ME! I am a doggy, not a cushion!

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296, originally uploaded by missjoules.

DADDY IS HOME! I must run through my food to get to him. Them I will leave it scattered about the floor for the next, oh, hmm, 5 hours.

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294, originally uploaded by missjoules.

This is what Hazel looks like when she gets 6 feet away in the field. I think you can probably see why we got the flashy collar.

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293, originally uploaded by missjoules.

The decorators came to fix the hall after the big dirty radiator water explosion. Hazel really liked them, and I can't blame her--they were amusing :)

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292, originally uploaded by missjoules.

I so don't want to talk about this. It made me cry. And then again when the end key bit it. And then again with the home key. I don't know if my laptop keys are suddenly horribly fragile or Hazel's claws are just the wrong length, but jeeze. The only one that was broken enough to need to send off for a replacement is the alt key thankfully. I don't know what's up with her lately, as you can see she is trying to cram herself on my lap *with* the computer, and it is not working out so well for teh electronics.

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291, originally uploaded by missjoules.

Hazel somehow had ONE muddy paw, which you may be able to see as there are three random muddy paw prints in a row on the floor. Sigh,