You have perhaps seen this recipe for, ummm, I don't know, sardine/raw egg/graham cracker treats? I'll admit this whole dog thing has sucked me into a strange and often disturbing world, places I never thought I would go but I think I would have to draw the line at sardines in my blender. With raw eggs. And graham crackers. That blender would have to become my 'Sardine Blender'. Ditto for the cookie sheet. There is not enough hot soapy water to clean up that concoction from the depths of hell. Never mind what the house smells like after that mess has been baking in the oven. I remember the one time I put the backpack containing Lola's sardines in front of the heater in the car on the way to a trial and I'm telling you I still can't get that smell out of my brain. It haunts me in my nightmares. I think I would have to move after making those treats. And good luck selling the house. This is why we have fancy dog boutique bakeries and commercially prepared dog treats, so we can have tasty stinky dog treats and still have guests in our house. I'm all about frugality but this is what I call a false economy.
Maybe Dan Aykroyd should be marketing to the dog people: