#Oreo Minis

[eat-love-eat]

Chocolate Mini Cheesecake with Oreo Crust

[daily-deliciousness]

Mini strawberry oreo cheesecakes

[birbdaddygram]

A discussion about chips

[cherikyaoii]

having the best lunch ever rn

[kitsun369]

A platypus...... Perry the Platypus!!!!!!!

[s0uth3park]

It’s actually kinda sad that Scott’s parents eat so much shit and that’s probably why Scott has diabetes

[kawaii-foodie]

momom.bake

[poptartregreteva]

Mini FPE

[royal-food]

DIrt n Worms Chex Mix

[daily-deliciousness]

Oreo chocolate mint cheesecake

[cryptids-of-spielzeit]

Sundae

Part 3: One Scoop Oreo

(A Sun Dog Story)

It had been only 3 days since the encounter with the mad hunter. The Neapolitan trio have had a safe trip through the woods. A suspiciously safe trip. There haven't been any sort of dangers in their way, no little ones, no violent animals...nothing.

They had made their last stop of the day, a huge oak tree. Strawberry and Chocolate began their new routine, with Strawberry climbing the tree, scouting above for any sort of danger, while Chocolate stayed on the ground, patrolling the area. Our scoop of vanilla, on the other hand, dealt with other matters, making the fire and making dinner for all of them.

The sun was starting to set, and with no clear danger in sight, the group gathered around the fire. Dogday had prepared a few fire-roasted apples for all of them.

"Another great meal by our resident chef! Thank you Picky!"

Those damn quotes. He should be thanking himself. She's been gone for a long time. He couldn't shut it up, not with the other two around....but why should he? The other two are around. He isn't alone. Rather, they weren't alone.

A rustling was heard in the tree above, and all three were prepared. They knew how to deal with the little ones by now. It slowly peered its head from out of the leaves. It was just a little possum. It must've just woken up, given how it didn't seem to notice the three below.

It wasn't bothering them, so they wouldn't bother it. It sat on the branch above them, still somewhat tired. It seems the three below had a guest for that evening. No bother to them though, all were welcome if they had no ill will. And before they knew it, the three were asleep.

Later that night, all was quiet. The possum hadn't left the tree, it was looking like it'd stay there all night. It was the only one up there. And seeing some new faces intrigued it, somewhat. It didn't know whether or not to go down there, it didn't know if they were to be trusted.

It was then that the possum heard a strange noise. A giggle. It stood up, not sure whether it was a predator or something else. Regardless, the stress was enough to make it play possum, sending it falling.

It landed right on top of the dog, jolting him awake, along with the others. As soon as he noticed the supposed corpse, he tried his best to save it. At least, he did, before he realized that something had to do that to the poor thing. And it was right behind them.

A large swarm of the little ones, giggling with sadistic glee, covered in fresh gore. The only barrier between them being their campfire. The three were lucky. They needed fuel.

It lasted for about 30 minutes. Sure, the little ones were small. Sure, they were made of felt and fabric. But they had relatively great strength for their stature. But, again, they were made of felt and fabric.

The possum had bore witness to the entire ordeal. In its little brain, it had made its decision.

"Friend."

The fire grew quite big, luckily not enough to start a forest fire. Dogday went to check on the possum. He had feared the worst. He wasn't taught much about possums. He had strangely never heard the phrase "playing dead", so he really did think the poor thing was on its last legs.

As he approached the "corpse", it sprang back to life, as alive and chipper as it could be.

"...Man, am I glad you're okay."

It crawled over to Dogday, rubbing its head against his waist. Strawberry yipped with joy. A new friend had joined the party!

"Now what am I going to call you?....oh! How about Oreo! Only other ice cream flavor I know, hehe. And hey, you're grey, so it fits, right?"

The possum nuzzled him more, mustering what could be considered a smile. And, giving a big yawn, went right back to sleep. Good idea, little guy.

And so, yet another night loomed over the group, and hopefully, it would now be a safe one.

They don't know it now, but this was a new beginning. The 4 of them were now a family.

His friends would be so proud.

"Isn't it great to have friends?"

[kikuism]

some things i've crocheted in the last week

[randomhatthief]

Sat out a bowl full of thrown together candy because I threw out my back and couldn't sit out there in my old costume and I'm so happy the only thing left was old lady soft peppermints!

Even if it was just the neighbor's kids that grabbed it on their way home, I'm happy someone's enjoying it!

[curlytemple]

weed man just tried to hand me three small cookies out of the palm of his hand

[isjkrowlingdeadnow]

June 28th

No

[roseate-felidae]

I don't think I've posted Oreo.

This is my Aunt's Buck Oreo.

He's a black otter dalmation mini rex. dad to Juno's babies.

My aunt grew up with rabbits but stopped. Most of my life she has only had one (until cousins grew bored).

But seeing my keeping of rabbits rekindled her and my grandads desire to breed rabbits. What started as buying a couple of yellow Dutch (bought day after I got my Amber) last year, has now turned into a Dutch trio in blacks and a blue, 2 old English cross does in Tri and blue spotted and a pair of black Tans. Then of course we have Oreo.

My grandad parents and Aunt have had a big love for old English and Dutch since childhood. They were given a pair of cross breed old English for free early this year.

But now came the problem of finding a buck, whereas the English spot was popular years back, it is very hard to get now.

I found them a breeder in what we thought was Leicester. Had the song and dance of booking. I had the epiphany that I could get a Tri mini rex on the way there (usually we went 20 miles, Luton was the farthest at 40 mins). But it turned out it was Lancashire not Leicester. For a Brit, a hour journey becoming 3 and a half was too much.

My aunt still agreed for me to get Bramble. But then wondered if the lady had a spotted buck for sale. She had Oreo.

Oreo is the stud buck for my Aunt's Cream (blue spot English spot cross) and my Juno (black mini rex doe). I benefitted a lot when I realised the orange at his nape meant he was otter based. I hope Juno will give an otter doe, since otter is dominant to black.

I named Oreo myself. Needing names, I named my Aunt's English cross Cookie and Cream (I also named her Dutch does Sugar and Spice). So why not give the black and white buck a cookie name too?