I Want Cake!

I have no patience with animals that say one thing to your snout and another behind your tail.

If you have something to say, say it.

Take for instance the animals I like to call my parents. To my face it’s all, “No Flash, your butt isn’t getting any bigger. It’s still cute as ever.”

Behind my back I hear my father tell my mother, “What a tub of goo he’s turning into.”

The reason I bring this up is because I was promised a cake for my adoption party this weekend from Tail Waggins Dog Bakery. A big, gooey cake in the shape of a bone. That was the promise.

Then last night I overheard my mom telling the Old Man that maybe there would be no cake for the guest of honor, just some dog treats. Because my mom realized she would have to actually bake the cake, and she can't bake worth kitty snickers. But, then she's all to my snout this morning, "Oh Flash, don't worry, the party will be great, start getting excited."

So, I am begging you, my loyal readers for your culinary skills so that I can have the party I deserve. I'll make it easy for you - I heart all baked goods. Overall, I’d say my favorites are peanut butter cookies, liver flavored cupcakes and bone marrow muffins. MMM, mmm, good.

**Addendum to my party invitation: guests must bring baked goods.

(Of course my culinary exploration must stop at the border of Chocolate City. Many a pup has ventured in, but not one has come out.)