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Graphic designer. Sepsis survivor. Amputee. Wife. Mommy of one on earth, one in Heaven.

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Valentine cookies – puppy edition

Hey there! So – I love to bake. I used to pamper my little puppy Khloe (she’s a long haired mini-doxie) A LOT more than she’s currently being pampered. Don’t get me wrong – she still lives a pretty sweet life. But ever since Kenzi was born she’s been… not AS spoiled.

Well… it was time for that to change! So I decided to make her some homemade cookies – just in time for Valentine’s day.

Ingredients

  • 1/2 cup canned pumpkin
  • 1/2 cup creamy natural peanut butter MAKE SURE IT DOES NOT CONTAIN XYLITOL (IT IS POISONOUS TO DOGS AND WOULD BE LISTED IN THE INGREDIENTS).
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 1/2 cup whole wheat flour
  • 1 cup oats

Instructions

  1. Preheat oven to 350ºF and line a cookie sheet with parchment paper
  2. Mix together pumpkin, peanut butter, and eggs until combined.
  3. Gradually add in whole wheat flour, and then oats.
  4. Transfer dough to well-floured countertop or surface and dust with additional flour.
  5. Knead gently/as needed until it forms a cohesive ball.
  6. Use a rolling pin to roll dough out to 1/4″ thickness (if dough seems too sticky to roll, dust with more flour) and use a cookie cutter (I purchased mine a long time ago – this is a good alternative) to cut into shapes (be sure to collect the scraps between the shapes and form them into a ball and re-roll out to cut into more cookies).
  7. Use a spatula to transfer cookies to baking sheet and bake on 350ºF for 20-24 minutes.
  8. Allow cookies to cool completely before serving or frosting.

If you make these – be sure to tag me on Instagram – I want to see all your cute pups!

xoxo, Callie

01.31.19

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My name is Callie Colwick. I am a Jesus lover, graphic designer, sepsis survivor, amputee, wife and mother of one on earth and one in heaven.

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