Louis Pug rests all week. Sunday was no exception.
Except today he felt a bit left out.
I’ll let him explain.
I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning, but I had to. I did want to be a part of my parents’ special breakfast: their very first Overnight Night Oat Parfait a la Angela. I wanted some, but they said I couldn’t because of something called chocolate. I dunno because chocolate kinda looks like that thing that comes out of my behind two times per day.
Not only could I not have breakfast, I couldn’t be a part of their outdoor breakfast. I barked. A lot. But they didn’t care.
Breakfast looked pretty. I am pretty!
The flowers in my yard are beginning to bloom, which means it’ll soon be 100 degrees here and I won’t be allowed outside. I have a bit of trouble breathing in temperatures over 75 degrees, and I hate it. I like to be anywhere my parents are.
When I have to stay inside, I can’t wake up and smell the mint.
I can’t spy on the Sunday VFW all-you-can-eat-tax-free breakfast eaters from our front porch. Once the vets (and not my doctor kind) told us that we could come to breakfast if we left our liberal views behind. I dunno what that means. I just like pancakes. Plus, there’s no one in our house named “liberal views.”
When I’m stuck inside, I miss out on important life lessons.
Why, yes. Yes, Yogi Tea, I am unlimited. Unlimited in my love for my brother Davey and unlimited in my jealously when my mommy hugs him and not me. Note my menacing presence in the background here:
I also want unlimited Sunbutter and I’m Nutstella Sandwiches. But they said no. Stupid chocolate.
Lucky for you, I’m smarter than that. I stole the recipe, though there’s not really a recipe. Just two pieces of bread, some spreads, and a banana.
Sunbutter and I’m Nutstella Sandwiches
(serves 1 human)
- 2 pieces of your favorite bread, toasted
- 2 T of sunbutter (sunflower butter)
- 2 T of vegan nutella (make your own or you can buy a not-Nutella, Nutella at Whole Foods etc.)
- 1 banana, sliced
Since y’all are smart, you can figure out the next part. Spread your spreads evenly on two sides of the bread.
Cover one side with bananas:
Smash it together:
Share with Louis Pug. Please?!
OK, fine. I’m gonna take a nap. You suck.