On Tuesday, I decided to bake some cut-out cookies for the boys.
Heart cookies, perfect for Valentine's Day.
The boys decided to "help" by pulling out my pans and dancing on them.
I was out of butter, so figured I'd pick some up later in the day, make the frosting and then have a decorating party. I was a bit nervous about the boys and candy sprinkles, but was willing to take the risk for a good photo op.
Turns out, I never had to get butter. The boys decided that the few samples I gave them were so tasty that they didn't need frosting on their cookies. They pulled the entire rack onto the floor.
Then they decided it was necessary to taste every dog-hair covered cookie to make
sure they were all the same.
Yep, this one tastes just like the last one.
If only Wesley's hands were bigger...
After most of the cookies had little tiny teeth marks in them, I picked up all the pieces
and then called in the cleaning crew.
God, I love having dogs.