My Dog is trying to kill me...

We just landed home after being away for a week taking care of a family member. Kirby (aka Albert- his name at the rescue) is a quirky little guy who has anxiety and separation issues, AND loves his people. All very cute, yes? Well, sometimes.

Kirby didn't adjust well to being "somewhere" else for a week. The first day/ night- bathroom issues- seriously how many times can you go around the block, up hills and down to get those little doggie systems going? Meanwhile, neighbors must think I'm crazy telling the dog to find "a spot". A spot of what? We went around the blocks at least 7 times that day. Nothing happened as far as I could see. Kirby on the other hand was smelling every place some other dogs had been and marking those spots- seriously how much can his bladder hold to do that? A little here, a little there... I didn't want to get into the bathroom functions, sorry.

Maybe he would be happy if I baked him some doggie treats, hmmm there's a thought....
Stay tuned.

Birthday baking

Yes, I am still baking! These are dark chocolate cake filled with dark chocolate truffle & dulce de leche, topped with vanilla bean meringue buttercream and an Éclat mendiant. I made these for my brother who turned 49! on Valentine's Eve. I can't believe he's that old already. I just don't remember him getting older. It's like I remember him at 42 and that's it. Wonder how that happens? How old are you? and how old do you FEEL?