Pals, HI!  I barely have my whisks unpacked within the new Bakehouse kitchen. I’ve one mixing bowl and the placement of the others is probably going within the storage in a really giant dish field with a bonafide Texas tarantula nested behind it.  My abject concern of spiders completely CANNOT deal with it.  Someway tarantulas are so massive and spidery, they transcend my concern as a result of they’re like cartoon spiders, proper? They’ll’t be actual. These are animatronics – I don’t know the way the world works.

However we’re not right here to speak about spiders. We’re right here as a result of I dove Extra Is Extra headfirst  into my life this season and added one other furry member to the household.  I got here to the conclusion, having been on this massive home in Bellville for a number of weeks, that this home wants a canine.  Particularly a floppy-eared hound canine.  Miraculously, in his outdated age, Tron agreed and simply requested to take his meals atop the kitchen counter just like the king he’s.

Meet Graham.  In any other case often known as Graham Slam, Graham-a-lama-dingdong, Graham Bam Thank You Ma’am, Graham Cracker Snacks, Grammy Snacks, Grammy Bear and in his elder years, GrahamPaw.

Graham is a yr and a half outdated hound combine I adopted from the Brenham animal shelter a number of weeks in the past.  He was an proprietor give up and lived on the shelter for 10 very lengthy months earlier than I got here alongside and took this shy boy dwelling.  He’s anxious.  He not totally positive I’m his particular person but however the pot of rooster I’ve simmering on the stovetop for treats will inform him in any other case.  Slowly and certainly.

Thus far, judging by the best way Graham rests his head on my leg at nights, he has the sweetest soul.  He hasn’t had the luxurious to loosen up in practically a yr so he’s skeptical and exhausted.  We all know he has the nostril of a hound canine, likes to roll full physique in street kill (SIR, WHY?), and subsequently, will tolerate a shower.  His favourite snack is American cheese, or the almond butter toast I left unattended on the espresso desk yesterday.  He’s quiet, somewhat sneaky, and an absolute coronary heart melter.

He and Tron share a mattress and nostril boops and I think, within the colder months, can be caught cuddling.

You recognize what this implies, proper? Canine biscuit recipes are coming quickly.

xo Pleasure