by Skye the Sheltie 🐾
Today is baking day.
I know this because the kitchen smells like pumpkin, peanut butter, and destiny—and also because I have been stationed directly in front of the oven for quality assurance.
On the counter:
bowls, spoons, oats everywhere.
In the air:
warmth, hope, and a very serious peanut butter situation.
My human says things like, “These are pumpkin, peanut butter, and oat bars.”
I hear: nutritionally appropriate joy.
The trays slide into the oven and I sit very still, watching through the glass like this is a nature documentary and I am emotionally invested in the outcome. Each bar looks rustic. Hand-cut. Honest. The way treats should be. You can see for yourself at skyebiscuit.com.
I perform several critical duties during baking:
Floor crumb inspection
Timer supervision
Emotional encouragement (staring)
The best part of baking day is that everyone agrees patience is required. The bars must cool. This is difficult for humans. It is heroic for dogs.
But waiting makes them better.
Crunchier on the outside.
Soft in the middle.
Smelling like something made on purpose.
When baking is done, the kitchen goes quiet. The trays come out. I do not jump. I do not bark. I simply sit and let the moment happen.
Because baking day isn’t just about treats.
It’s about taking simple things-pumpkin, peanut butter, oats-and turning them into something that says, you’re loved.
Also, I would like one now.
Love,
Skye 🎃🐶🥜