Dogs and "Deadly" Chocolate Chip cookies

Yesterday, Lisa and I went over her parents' house to cook cranberry pumpkin bread and chocolate chip cookies. Lisa's mom had all the ingredients and cooking implements out for us before we started which made everything really easy. She even had a piece of pumpkin bread for us to sample which was quite delicious.

We were making the baked goods for the people who worked in the subways and some of the stores around Porter Square. We wanted to show appreciation for all our friends who work in the underground with us and have been so kind the last few years. We also feel bad that a lot of people don't get time off around the holidays to keep the public transportation moving. We also feel bad for people who have to work on Christmas Eve and Christmas around where we live. For instance, we have friends who are cashiers and security guards at CVS who don't get time off and are paid no overtime.

While cooking the cookies, Lisa and her mom had to go to Cambridge and left me to tend to their three dogs and the cookies. Lisa's mom warned me before they left that the dogs will try to eat the cookies, and if they do, they will die, but not to worry. So anyways, I'm stuck in a kitchen with chocolate chips, trays with chocolate, cookies, in three different locations and the dogs keep walking up to the table. The image of Lisa's mom saying that if the dogs eat the chocolate they will die keeps going through my head.

I start by putting the remaining cookies and chocolate chips above the cupboards where the dogs can't get them while telling Mac, a siberian husky bigger than myself to stay away from the table. As I started making the next batch of cookies, the other dogs, Gemini and Maestro, distracted me by walking around and barking, while he did the old "Look at me. You think I'm sitting down. Now I'm up while you're not looking and walking towards the table."

I felt like a soldier walking three children through a mine field. Finally, I got the chocolate covered trays from the far table to clean them while checking up on the last batch of cookies in the oven, and the dogs finally lost interest and went to take naps around the house. I couldn't find a sponge so I cleaned everything with this brush that made me feel like the same soldier of the last metaphor cleaning the Latrine with a toothbrush.