Sunday mornings mean one thing for Peppermint—pancakes! Since her puppy days, Peppermint’s been addicted to breakfast. When she realizes I’m getting out the ingredients, she plants herself near the stove, patiently waiting as I mix and then flip ‘cakes on the griddle. Then comes the fun part. We toss her pieces, and she catches them in the air, sometimes begging, jumping or laying down on her back. It’s Peppermint heaven.
Although she could stand to lose a pound or two, it’s hard for me to deny her a pancake now and then. I know I shouldn’t have indulged in the carrot cake at last night’s party, but, you know, some calories are just worth it.