Do You Need Help With The Sprinkles?

My Mom is baking

Christmas cookie baking.

As soon as she stands where I can see her feet from my crate, I know it's going to involve food.

And when she pulls out the bins of flour and sugar and sets them on top of my crate, well then I know, it's going to be sweet baking.

I am up immediately, snuffling around, looking for bits of anything that might have fallen.

I see her mixing, then rolling, then beloved cookie cutters are used. I know frosting will be made (yummy, yummy, yummy!) and then the question I have to ask:

Mom, do you need help with the sprinkles?

'Cuz I'm a real helpful sort of dog.

And I'll only eat the first seven cookies I touch.

I'll save the rest for later.