Who's Bern Dogg, you ask? Well, that's my husband. A friend of his gave him the name a long time ago and it stuck. I can be three feet away from him and yell: Babe, Bernie, fire, help, RAPE...no response, but if I even whisper, "Bern Dogg," and I have his immediate and undivided attention. Sometimes I will catch myself calling him from another room and think, " I am close-to-30 mom of three, married to a man who responds to a name humorously close to Snoop Dogg. Oh, well, I like ol' Snoop pretty well, and I love my Bern Dogg to death.
This blogging stuff is taking me a while to get used to. It's hard for me to open up. Revealing little things, such as my husband's name is a big step for me. I don't know what the rules on those things are. I was one of those kids who grew up in the "INTERNET PREDATORS CAN STEAL YOUR SOUL" era and it's ingrained...but now, calling him by name is getting to the point of necessity. It's very hard to talk about my baking adventures without mentioning Bern Dogg.
My Bern Dogg is a funny guy. A good combination of all the necessary traits. An ESPN junkie, neat freak, class clown, funnyman...that's my guy! Since this cookie obsession took over my body, he puts up with a lot.
Actually, "a lot" is an understatement.
Cereal dinners, being put to work as soon as he gets home from his "real" job, being Mr. Mom, a laundry champion, AND a baker on my busy days (as long as he can see ESPN from the mixer). Keep in mind, this is only a little of what he goes thorough so I can express myself.
SOOOOOOO, I decided he deserved some cookies of his own. And none of those ugly boo-boo cookies I usually feed him, but real life, thoughtful custom Bern Dogg cookies.
This is what I came up with for my LONGHORN loving extraordinaire...
Bern Dogg also has another love...
