Work of love

with the same recipe as generations of women in my family have made these Christmas cookies. They were a bit decimated by our naughty Maggie, who, when I did not look, pulled the paper towels towards her, until the cookies fell off the table so she could eat them. She knows she is not allowed to eat anything from the table.
I was angry but impressed at the same time. This shows intelligence :-)
We once had a little dog that we were dog sitting. She just hopped on the table and ate , in our absence everything that had been on that table, inclusive the silver wrappers around the chocolate Santas...The scratches on the wood of the table top gave her away. I had not expected that a dog would do that...
So my bad, as the youngsters would say. I am just not thinking enough as to take the temptation out of their reach.