So, when I got home from work last evening, I found the butter dish lying on the living room floor. Licked clean. Both suspects were happily wagging their little tails when I walked in the door, no compunction there. This is what happens when you have big dogs who have no problem standing up at the kitchen counter. Mostly it tends to be Lily. Biggie is too big to stand on his hind legs for long.
I stepped on the scale this morning to see what my Summer Weight was and saw the price I'm paying for all of those damn sugar cookies. And when I got to work yesterday, I discovered several more boxes were waiting for my addiction. And I'm not talking about the teeny-weeny sugar cookies you buy at your supermarket; I'm talking about PA Dutch sugar cookies. They're a lot like little cakes.