Westley turned one a couple of weeks ago! I made him some doggie biscuit treats with his favourite ingredient. Yes, it’s peanut butter. How did you know?
So it’s been 10 months since Westley crashed into our lives and turned them upside down! In a totally good way… He is growing fast, and has the appetite of any regular teenage boy. If you know (or indeed have) any teenage boys, you’ll know what I’m talking about. And just as teenagers are usually tall and lanky, so is Westley. He eats like a horse but doesn’t seem to put weight on. Since Golden Retrievers are notorious for loving their food, I’ll take thin over fat any day, I can’t imagine trying to put Westley on a diet…
His treats mostly consist of frozen stuff (I’ll write about that sometime soon) which he absolutely adores. Anything frozen, even plain old water – in fact especially water – is a treat he will go bonkers for. I mean doing “sit-down-stay-gotobed-come-gotobed-come-gotobed-come for as long as it takes” kind of bonkers. It’s quite funny. But he does love these baked treats too. I mean, they have peanut butter in them. I must say here that I am extremely proud of him for “leaving it” while we fiddled around taking photos of him with a jar full of treats in front of his nose. He did do a couple of nosedives in, but considering we were there for some time, he did fantastically.
In my Greek post I’ve gone on a bit about things I’ve noticed and thought about since having a puppy in my life. I won’t do the same here, although I’m sure some of the points I make also apply to other countries. Maybe not the problems with the cooked bones that people put out to feed all the strays, but surely the overenthusiastic well-intentioned dog lovers who make kissy kissy noises from across the street and excite your puppy to distraction. So I’ll say this. Please take no notice of my dog! I know he is the handsomest dog you’ve ever seen, but just don’t pay him any attention. He will pull, he will try and jump on you, he will get overexcited because he is a dopey teen and wants to play. And jumping on people when you’re 70 pounds isn’t a good way to play. But I won’t “tell him off” for doing something someone asked him to. And be sure that by calling out “oooooooh what a beautiful booooy you aaaaaare” you are asking him. Lesson over!
Now go and make these treats, they are very easy. After the first couple of days, if you have leftovers (you should, this makes a batch of about 65), stick them in the freezer in a zip lock bag. Your pootch will probably like them even more if they are frozen.