On August 30, 2001, a chocolate lab named Daisy gave birth to a litter of black and white puppies. Six weeks later, I was driving home with the runt of the litter - a little female with a white star on her chest, whose top point extended all the way up to her chin. I named her Liz. I'm notorious for giving nicknames to EVERYTHING and she was no different. Her very first nickname was "Snickerdoodle". I distinctly remember my dad telling me that if I kept calling her that, she wasn't going to learn what her real name was. Even though I did start using her real name, I would end up calling her so many nicknames that I'm not even sure of them all (and she answered to every last one of them, thank you very much)! But that very first one stuck and I've called her "Snickerdoodle" and "Doodle" her entire life. Speaking of life...
On June 20, 2007, she barked ONE TIME when she met my boyfriend for the first time. She never barks ONE TIME at anything!
My then-boyfriend hid this on her collar on November 25, 2009:
Then she did this on October 16, 2010:
(a candid shot of us)
When my husband and I purchased our first home, we said that we were really buying it for her. We made sure it was carpeted (since she hated hardwood floors), had minimal steps to get in and out (because she had arthritis in her elbow and knee), and a BIG backyard for her roam around in (because she loves to be outside and smell everything).
She was a big foster sister to three rabbits, who she tolerated with no problems (even if one of the rabbits kept trying to jump onto the couch with her). Then on November 1, 2014, we took her to the SPCA of Wake County to see how she would like having a little brother. So then she became a big sister to a 5 year old Hound mix whom we named Chief Inspector Japp:
And then, on December 17, 2014, we lost her to nasosinal cancer. There is this huge void in our lives where she should be. We don't regret the decision to end her suffering because, in the end, that's what was happening - the cancer was affecting her ability to breath normally, terrible nosebleeds that were harder and harder to stop, losing weight, and affecting her sense of smell (which, for a dog who is half English Pointer, is tragic). We were able to end her life on her terms - she walked into the vet's office with her head held high, gave everyone one last hug, and laid in my arms until the end. Which is exactly how she would've wanted it. And that's how we wanted it.
So to my dear, sweet, beautiful girl, my little Snickerdoodle, I love you. I miss you.
adapted slightly from King Arthur Flour Cookie Companion
1/2 c. Shortening
1/2 c. Butter, unsalted
1 1/2 c. Sugar
1 tsp. Vanilla
2 3/4 c. All Purpose Flour
3/4 tsp. Salt
1/2 tsp. Ground Nutmeg
2 tsp. Baking Powder
1 Large Egg
2 tsp. Cinnamon
1/2 c. Sugar
Preheat oven to 400.
Lightly grease your cookie sheets or line with parchment paper.
Using a mixer, cream together the shortening and butter until smooth.
Add in your sugar and vanilla, mixing well.
Mix in your egg until well combined.
While that's working, whisk together your flour, salt, nutmeg, and baking powder in a large bowl.
To your creamed butter and shortening mixture, slowly add in your flour mixture, scraping
the bowl every once in a while.
Now you need to mix together the sugar and cinnamon in a separate bowl.
Using a Tbsp. measuring spoon, take some dough and roll into balls.
Then roll your dough ball in the cinnamon-sugar mixture.
Place on prepared cookie
sheets and, using the end of a drinking glass that's been dipped into your cinnamon-sugar, press lightly until each dough ball is flattened.
Bake for 8-10 minutes or until
golden brown around the edges.
Cool on rack and store in air-tight
(all professional photos are copyright Diane Lewis Photography.)