Why did the Golden Retriever cross the road?
To visit the chickens, of course. I’m a pretty lucky dog. I live in the middle of the city, and yet I have a miniature pony that lives right around the corner and a couple of chickens who recently came to roost (haha, get it?) across the street. That’s Number 3 on the left and Wannabe on the right. You might be wondering why Number 3 is named Number 3. Well, at one time there were three chickens, and Number 3 was number three in the pecking order (I made another chicken joke there). Then it turned out that one of the chickens was a rooster, so he went to live in the country.
So recently I got to visit my chicken neighbors for the first time. I was pretty interested, as you might have gathered from the tension in my collar . . . and you can’t even see the tension in my human mommy’s hand as she maintained the death grip on my leash. I’m not quite sure why my humans were so surprised by my perhaps-overly-excited attraction to the chickens. Afterall, I am a bird dog.
Mommy quickly determined that it might be a good idea for me to get away from the hen-house, otherwise this blog post might have become a very different take on Tasty Tuesday. I took one last look as my human daddy dragged me away. I have a pretty good idea that I won’t ever be allowed to visit the chickens again.
But my mommy stuck around to learn more about Wannabe and Number 3. They’ll be one year old in February. They laid their first eggs when they were around eight or nine months old, and they’ll lay eggs for the first five to eight years of their lives. That’s a lot of eggs. Number 3 is what’s called an olive egger because she lays eggs that are olive-green, and Wannabe is a pale blue Easter egger. They eat chicken feed, but they also get kitchen scraps from their humans (hey, I want to be a chicken) . . . pretty much everything except chicken. Their human mother says it just doesn’t feel right to feed the chickens chicken. Makes sense to me. Their favorite human food is cooked spaghetti.
They need all those spaghetti carbs because during the day they are free to roam around their big backyard. In the evening, they settle into this beautiful chicken coop. Eat your hearts out, pups. This thing is way nicer than any dog house I’ve ever seen.
They perch in this area to sleep . . .
. . . and this is where they lay their eggs. Look closely and you’ll notice a couple of golf balls. At first, Wannabe and Number 3 were laying eggs all over their coop. Then their humans read that if you place golf balls where you want your chickens to lay, that’s where they’ll lay. It worked!
And look at the lovely eggs that my chicken neighbors shared with me. Mommy used a couple to make human treats, but you just knew she had to save one of those special eggs to make some yummy dog treats. She turned to The Organic Dog Biscuit Cookbook and found a recipe for Pumpkin Drops.
These heavenly pumpkin spice cookies are made with oat flour, brown rice flour, cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, unsweetened applesauce, canned pumpkin, a little water, and one very special egg. Simply drop about a teaspoon-sized ball onto a cookie sheet, flatten the ball if you’d like, and bake.
These treats are super simple because they don’t require any rolling or cutting out, and the recipe makes plenty of cookies to share with your friends.
I volunteered for taste-testing duty. Yep, they passed the test with flying colors.
I think I’m going to share some Pumpkin Drops with my new friends Wannabe and Number 3 . . . but I might have to get Mommy to make the delivery.
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