This post brought back such a fond memory from a few summers back. I was making liver biscotti for my sheltie/pom mix. She never left my side as she anxiously watched the whole making and baking process. As the biscotti baked I went to my garage to throw out something. When I opened the door from my kitchen, there stood Buddy, the golden retriever from next door, head cocked, nose sniffing the air. Buddy died last year, but that memory of him always makes me smile.

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