Treats, Toys, and Tiny Betrayals: A Mini Dachshund’s Perspective

Hi there, world! Kitty Kat here — your favorite mini dachshund with a name as unique as my personality. Today, I’m dishing the dirt (and I’m not talking about the garden kind) on my mom’s so-called “job” and “passion.” You see, she bakes treats. Delicious, mouthwatering, can’t-stop-thinking-about-them treats. But there’s a catch. They’re not all for me.

Yeah, you heard me right. My mom, the love of my life and the keeper of the treat jar, makes goodies for other dogs. OTHER. DOGS, at this placed called Doggie Cakes. Can you imagine the betrayal?

Let me set the scene for you. Every morning, Mom ties on her apron (which, by the way, I think I’d look better in) and gets to work in the kitchen. The smells wafting from there are nothing short of heavenly. Peanut butter, pumpkin, bacon… It’s a symphony of scents that tickles my sniffer and sets my tail wagging. Naturally, I assume these masterpieces are for me.

But no. She’ll pat my head, tell me I’m a “good girl” (which I know, obviously), and then pack up those treats to send to “customers.” Who are these customers? Do they even appreciate the labor of love that goes into these goodies? Are they as cute as me? (Doubtful.)

Oh, and get this: she calls it her “passion.” Passion? I thought I was her passion! Isn’t the whole point of having a dog to cater to their every whim and feed them tasty treats 24/7? Instead, she’s out here baking for the masses while I’m left to sit by the oven, giving her my best “pitiful” look. It’s exhausting work, I tell you.

Don’t get me wrong. Mom does share sometimes. She’ll toss me a sample here and there, and let me tell you, those treats are worth the hype. But still, I can’t help but feel like I’m getting the short end of the stick… or biscuit.

She calls her little operation “Doggie Cakes and Barkery” (cute, I’ll give her that). And while I’m proud of her… I’m also mildly offended. Because if there’s one dog that deserves exclusive rights to these goodies, it’s me, Kitty Kat the dachshund.

So here’s my plea to all you dog moms and dads out there: Buy lots and lots of treats from my mom. Not just because they’re amazing (they are), but because if you do, maybe she’ll finally buy me some new toys. Help a pup out, will ya?

Alright, I’ve got to go. Mom just pulled something out of the oven, and I’ve got some serious begging to do. Until next time, remember: life’s too short not to demand the treat.

Love and tail wags, Kitty Kat