There are several things I must say IMMEDIATELY about this recipe.
First of all, it is Puppy Chow for people, not puppies. It is a concoction of Chex cereal that has been coated in chocolate and peanut butter and dusted with powdered sugar, and it is utterly addictive. I actually have no idea why it is called Puppy Chow in the first place, but every recipe I have come across for this stuff calls it Puppy Chow. Maybe because puppies are also addictive? But since it involves chocolate, which is bad for dogs, puppies are not allowed to eat it. Under any circumstances. Even if they look at you with big puppy dog smiles.
Even if they look at you with mournful puppy dog faces.
Even if they are so incredibly adorable you not only want to give them your puppy chow, but also take them home with you and hope your Southern husband doesn’t notice.
Even if they look at you with big brown puppy dog eyes.
With pleading puppy dog wrinkled foreheads….
Even if they lie down and beg.
Or stand up and beg. Remain firm.
The next thing I have to say about this recipe is that I washed out that dog dish before I put the puppy chow into it. Or to be totally accurate, the Southern husband washed it for me. And then I proceeded to do one of the most cold-hearted things I have ever done to get a picture.
I took my dog’s (clean!) bowl, which she absolutely knows belongs to her, and filled it full of chocolate puppy chow. I took one of my dog’s beloved Milkbones and put it next to the bowl. I took my dog’s leash, which to her means “hurray, let’s go for a walk!” and arranged it next to the bone and the dish. I put it all right next to the back door, where she frequently eats her dinner. She thought it was Christmas and her birthday all rolled into one…and then I said the word she hates above all others.
She is such a good dog. She knows what “NO” means, and with every ounce of willpower she had in her doggy self, she didn’t touch the bowl. But that doesn’t mean she was happy about it. Oh no, she wasn’t.
But I finally finished shooting the thing – it took about 15 minutes, which is about one thousand years in dog-time, and said “”Dixie! Want that Milkbone?”
Good things come to good dogs who wait.
For the rest of us, here’s the recipe for the Puppy Chow.