yes, this is what you think it is. a pawprint in the middle of my rhubarb streusel. one may ask, how does this happen? well, i am now an authority. i put the streusel, covered with aluminum foil, on the front car seat because we were headed to beth and eric's. i went back inside to retrieve some other things. i came back out to see my husband, WHO APPARENTLY CANNOT BE TRUSTED TO APPROPRIATELY MONITOR ANIMALS, grabbing at francie as she jumped from the back seat to the front seat, right into the streusel.
i think she was surprised to find hot streusel on her foot. luckily, most of it was salvageable and delicious. thank god i foiled.