For Christmas, Dan got a book called Chow Hound.  And this morning I decided to give one of the recipes a try.

I chose Here Kitty, Kitty Tuna Pie (don’t let the name fool you…it’s a dog treat).  I picked this one simply because we had all of the ingredients in the house already.

Start by gathering your ingredients:

• 1 Tablespoon of Olive Oil
• 2 Eggs
• 1/2 Cup Low-Sodium Chicken Broth
• 2 Cans of Tuna
• 2 Tablespoons of Dried Parsley
• 1/2 Cup of Bread Crumbs

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees.

Coat a 9-inch pie plate with Olive Oil.

In a medium-sized bowl, beat together the eggs and the chicken broth.

Throw in the Tuna.  If you’re using chunky (like me), I’d suggest you fork all of the pieces into smaller chunks.

Add the Parsley.  Mix it all together.

If you’re doing it right, your dogs should be standing at your feet already salivating over the treat you’re creating.

Pour the mixture into the pie plate, and sprinkle the bread crumbs evenly over the top.

Bake the pie for 45 minutes…or until the eggs are set and the bread crumbs turn golden brown.

Remove the pie from the oven and allow it to cool.  You can serve it warm or at room temperature.

I made little cookies out of ours.

Because of the move, I’m pretty late posting my 12 of 12.  Forgive me.  If you don’t know what 12 of 12 is, here’s the basics: On the 12th day of each month bloggers all over the world take 12 photos throughout the day and post them on their blogs. It’s Chad Darnell’s idea, and you can see his website and a list of links here.

To see my photos from past months, click here.

Here are my photos from January 12, 2010.  This should be called “The Diabetes Edition” of my 12 of 12:

What a cute face! Beezus is getting big, right?

Dan and I are obsessed with these Not-A-Paper-Cup ceramic coffee mugs. They look like disposable coffee cups, but are made of glass and can be washed in the dishwasher.

Kind of a boring morning for 12 of 12...I had a meeting in Gilbert until almost 1:30. Bleh.

My office-mate is kind of disorganized, and it drives me nutso! This is what I'm greeted with each day when I arrive.

When our members arrived I took a couple of minutes to play some CandyLand. Damn, my job is hard.

We installed these lights in both bathrooms. It's kind of dark, but you can see the paint color too.

This is the beginning to a very long night. 233 is WAY too high.

My friend Lee Ann Thill writes a blog called The Butter Compartment, named after the place that most of us keep our insulin. Maybe I should create a blog called "The Mustard Shelf."

After some insulin, my blood glucose level is slowly creeping down. 196 is still too high. I'd be happy at 85 or 90.

Getting there...

Not on target, but close enough to go to bed.

Fucking Diabetes. I woke up feeling panicked and shaky, and tested. 66 is too low. I drink some Mountain Dew and wait.

Exhausting. This picture is taken after 2 a.m...which is technically the 13th, but whatever.

I’m plugging away on my NaNoWriMo novel (I’m currently 1,000 words shy of today’s goal), but I wanted to throw up this cute picture of Beezus I stole from Dan’s Facebook:

I wrote last week about the new addition to our house, and Beezus has been a pretty good challenge for us.  First off she is a few weeks younger than Olive was when Olive came home.  Secondly, I am in a different position and at a different Club now so I can’t run home at lunch to take her outside.

Daniel has been coming home each day to take Beezus out to relieve herself, but even still she has been doing her business in her crate when we are at work.

Yesterday we started a new (exhausting) routine that we’re hoping with cure this shitting-where-you-sleep problem.  In the morning we wake up and feed the dogs.  Beezus gets taken out to do her business.  Then she gets taken out every hour until I leave for work.  After work we do the same on-the-hour kind of thing.  Once we go to sleep, I wake up at 1am to take her out, and Daniel wakes up at 4am to take her out.

I know that with Olive we were the kind of dog owners that over-analyze everything.  We Googled any problem we had with training, and changed up our routines if we found a website with new suggestions.  I’m hoping that right now we’re just being annoying dog owners again.

Next Saturday we’ll be picking up our new dog, Beezus.

Like Olive, she’s a pug/beagle mix (puggle).  We’re getting her from the same place we got Olive.

Daniel wasn’t completely sold on the name Beezus, but I  got stubborn and said that I’m going to call her Beezus regardless of what he names her.

So we’re going to have a little puppy in the house again…and we’ll have to work on training a new dog.  But at least Olive will have a little sister to play with.  And how can you not fall in love with that face?