It's No Coincidence that Man's Best Friend Can't Talk.

Today is International Dog Biscuit Appreciation Day.
I know this because I'm one of those crazy folks that likes obscure holidays.  It's true.  You probably have nightmares about meeting me in the supermarket, knowing that a large portion of our small talk will most likely revolve around this.  The thing is though, these wacky holidays make me happy, so I don't mind if you dread seeing me - I'm gonna like 'em anyways.  

So back to today, International Dog Biscuit Appreciation Day, in addition to making my two cutie patootie pooches some homemade dog biscuits (here's the website for the recipe if you're interested: http://www.dogtreatkitchen.com/peanut-butter-dog-biscuit-recipe.html ), I decided to make dirt pudding.
::Sighs:: Dirt pudding... so deliciously simple.

As I was mashing the begeezus out of my oreo cookies, I began thinking of my grandmother.  (That sounds much worse than what it actually is, I PROMISE.)  I tend to think about her quite a bit when I'm working in the kitchen; it's my way of staying connected with her.

Anyways, there was one day when I was growing up that I will remember for the rest of my life.  I was hanging out in the family room of my grandparent's old farmhouse while my grandma was baking something in the kitchen.  Suddenly, a delicious aroma drifted my way.  I peered out from my wicked awesome fort I had just made with their two lazyboys and a couple of blankets, and watched as my grandma put, what looked to me, to be five little cookies on the window sill to cool.  She said something to me (looking back, I probably should have paid more attention to what it was) and then left the room.  Being the sneaky little scamp that I was, I went to investigate.  The cookies were warm and smelled like peanut butter,... my favorite!  I quickly popped three of the tiny yummies in my mouth and began to chew.  At that moment, my cheeks looking like I was a chipmunk storing up for the winter, my grandma walked back into the room and saw me.  She stopped dead in her tracks and began laughing until she teared up.  Once she regained her composure and I had managed to swallow my stolen goodies, she informed me that I had just consumed, not three wonderfully delicious peanut butter cookies, but rather three wonderfully delicious peanut butter flavored dog biscuits.
Ahh childhood.

So, with that delightful memory lingering in my mind, I decided to make dog-themed dirt pudding.

The dog is made out of caramel, the bone is made out of white chocolate and the grass is buttercream icing - all of which are human food, just fyi. :)