We're in the process of adopting some soldiers from Dad's company while they are deployed. My brother, sister, and mom will each have one and we all have Dad. Four soldiers equals a lot of baking and post office runs. Here's today's project... banana bread.
Something about me counter cruising while they cooled so mom secured them in a banana bread prison. Rats.
I'm not the best cook so I'm learning to stay out of the kitchen... sort of. Here's what I do while my staff bake for my dad and my guys.
That's it for me. I play, eat, and sleep. I hope I can go see my injured Wolfhounds on post soon. Mom is going to see if I can visit Tripler Army Medical Center to visit my guys there, but she says that's a long shot. Between a dozen spools of red tape, a pile beaucracy, and military "intelligence", they probably won't let a soldier in that has fur and four-legs.
Keep praying for my fellow Wolfhounds!
Borzoi & other dogs visit hospitals & nursing homes all the time as per therapy dogs. What could be better therapy for a mended "Wolfhound," than your happy face & tail? Never hurts to ask!
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