On Making Biscuits…

snacks at the beach

I make the kids biscuits.  I make them from scratch and I try to use organic ingredients.  I’ve scoured the web for recipes.  I purchased a dog biscuit cookbook. I make them…. aannnd then I change them.  Less cornmeal, more semolina flour.  Brown rice flour is good for dogs.  Ooooh, let’s add some parsley from my garden!  You get the idea.  They then become mine, or should I say, theirs?

Are they ready yet?

The favorites have a starring ingredient.  Based upon that, I have given them names and shapes.  For instance, the “Carob Coasters” are round.  “Liver Licks” are bone-shaped and hard, with a satisfying crunch.   I make “Peanut Butter Paws” that are, well, paw-shaped.  (I am currently scouring the web for a bigger paw cutter.) And last, but not least, I have “Tuna Tarts”.  They are a square, soft treat that has to be kept in the fridge.  The kids love them on hot days.  (Finn also likes them on cool days.  And rainy days.  Oh, and days that end in “y”.)

But it’s hard to find organic beef liver and even harder to find organic tuna.  Is there such a thing?  The irony of using organic flours with organ meat from less-than-happy cows does not escape me.  But I’m not sure vegetarian dog biscuits would fly with these guys.  Finn starts to drool when the smell of the liver simmering on the back burner begins to pervade the kitchen.  As much as he enjoys the Carob Coasters, the Liver Licks are his top choice.  They do smell delicious when they are baking.

So what shall I call my little cottage industry dog biscuit company?  Seems all the good names are taken:  Tail Bangers (my fav), Barkwheats, and Pupcakes & Sprinkles.  I like Bad to the Bone Biscuit Co.  Your thoughts?

What say you?



That’s how my brother used to say it when he was making fun of the short bus.  We all know which bus that is… PC or not, we know.

the short bus

I have a teacher friend who uses the term “window lickers”.  But she does it fondly, as she shakes her head, grinning.  When I first heard her say it, in that sometimes loud, mostly offhand way of hers, I was stunned.  My mouth dropped to my chest.  I was certain that I hadn’t heard her correctly:  I’d seen her work with her second graders.  I knew she’d go to the mat for any one of her kids.  She brooked no nonsense when it came to making sure her kids got what they needed. 

Eldest daughter works with middle schoolers who aren’t able to learn in a traditional classroom.  She’s had to learn restraint techniques.  She’s been slapped, bitten, punched, and sworn at ~ But she called me one afternoon, asking if I would make a quilted table runner for a silent auction in order to raise money so that her kids would reap the benefits from a Smart Board.  And although I’ve never heard her use a term for them, she has their gestures, diction, and body language down to a “T” .  So we all know who it is she’s imitating.

“Not today!”

Enter Rose:

Er, wasn’t chewing. Just reading up on the air condiioner’s BTU’s.

The Big Guy asked me last night how things were going with her.  “I love her… but.  She’s not easy.”  What say you!?  He was concerned.  Nay, he was saddened.  I collected myself and then had an epiphany:  Rose is my/our special needs dog.  huh  Listen.  With Finn, I just call the chocolate chunk and because he can hear, off we go.  Jeep?  (that means the lake).  Walk?  (self-explanatory).  Hup? (jump into the back of Black Betty… just do it).

And poor Rose.  She’s excited when I bring out her pager collar now because she knows that it means “walk” or “lake” or just going outside to garden.  She doesn’t actually know what will take place, but she now associates the pager collar with something good.

Hard work!  In the beginning?   The pager collar used to scare her.  I’d ‘page’ her, the collar would vibrate, Rose would run away. Back to the drawing board.  Rose wears her pager collar.  I page her.  Give her a treat.  Oh?  Wait!  Where is she?  Ultimately?  I sat on her bed, with her beside me:  page, treat. Page,  treat.  Page, treat.  She likes Hebrew Franks.  Yeash.

So let’s circle back.  I started with the short bus.  If you are a parent who has a child that rides that bus… preparation is everything.  It’s most likely your usual thing.  But it takes it’s toll.  I have an ‘easy’ kid  He’s the light of my life.


And I also have a ‘hard’ kid.  She brings me joy, she makes me laugh.  But it’s been, quite frankly, a ball buster to get to semblance of ‘normalcy’.

We love this girl…

Kudos to all of you who work with, deal with, live with, and love ~ unconditionally those who would ride the short bus.  God Bless.

This is my spon-see, and I like her a LOT

Her name is Marilyn.  Isn’t she beautiful?


She’s over at PittieLove Rescue and needs a “forever home”.  Marilyn is between one and two years old, sweet, energetic (they all are at that age), and she plays well with others.  Others, being other dogs.  That’s a good thing with pit bulls.  Sometimes a pit bull needs to be an only child.  And that can make them harder to place.

After reading her bio and seeing her face, I would love to adopt her.  It sounds as though she’d be a perfect addition to our family.  Except for one thing.  Rose.  Rose does not play well with others.  Rose does not even like “others”.  Rose should have been listed as an “only child”.  It’s taken a great deal of patience, perseverance, and love to get Rose to where she is today with ‘others’.

PittieLove is a wonderful outfit.  They’re honest, hard-working and dedicated.  Not only do they rescue pit bulls and place them in foster homes before adopting them out, they also raise money for education and awareness programs that help this often vilified and misunderstood breed.

It’s important work.  And by sponsoring Marilyn, it allows me to help.  Someday I would love to be able to foster dogs like Marilyn.  But Rose isn’t ready.  She may never be ready.  So I will find other ways to make a difference, and for the present, this works.

Rose sleeping

Not sharing the chair