Cookies Made in USA

May 26, 2013  •  Leave a Comment

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So far I have found the following cookies Made in the USA.

VIEW COOKIES ON WEBSITE:

http://www.gloriayarina.com/p133905436

Alligator Jerky

Alligator Treats

Bill Jac

Boots and Barkley

Buddy Treats

Chicken Chips

Hip and Joint Treats

Little Wolf

Meaty Bone Treats

Pup Corn

Pur Luv

 

 

***When I find more I will add to list. 

****As a side note, please read labels as products and companies change.

 


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Sonny, my boy, a rescued Brittany, Florida 03/2004 to 04/2017                                                                                            Sonny passed over the Rainbow bridge in true Sonny fashion, no fuss, calm, dignified, easy going way.
He woke up Saturday morning, went out to poo and pee and than refused food (a clue.) He stayed in his kennel and rested, watching me watching him. That went on for hours, both of us sitting on doggie beds. Looking up at me, now and again, I told him, he was a good boy, I loved him, and it was ok to take a nap. He seemed to get weaker and weaker as the time passed and still kept looking at me. Around lunch time I grabbed a sandwich. When I looked away to eat……….Sonny took his final breath.
My constant companion, charming, friendly, goofy, playful little boy, Sonny was one of a kind, a special gift to all that knew him. Missed above and beyond....

 

Quality time for me had been spent outside with my three precious dogs. I would unwind as I watched them run, hunt and play. They ran like miniature stallions; they hunted with a resourceful vigor; and they played with the focus of a scientist. In respite they would lounge in the middle of the yard finding a sunny spot by the fence on the cool dirt, under the palms, or by their mom (me). I’d beam with joy when the three of them surrounded me to rest on the patio. It was a tranquil, nirvana-like feeling to have three dogs interacting without any aggression or fighting. Sonny, Jen, and Lady were a perfect pack.

Sonny, the oldest, was always wise beyond his years. He was an odd looking little boy with a fuzzy cotton ball coat which acted as natural dust collector. He was bow legged with toes out. He had a calm, balanced demeanor. Needing little attention, he was always near, yet rarely touching. Well trained with a Canine Good Citizen Certificate (earned at 1 ½ years old) he naturally never pulled on a lead. The camera captured Sonny as a happy boy, concerned, sad, occasionally handsome, but always charismatic.  

My life with Sonny began:

 “While fostering my second Brittany our state coordinator sent all volunteers a photo of a 12 week old puppy, looking for his forever home. His mother and two of his siblings had been surrendered and they had already been adopted. He was the runt, last dog left. Having no plans to ever raise a puppy again, I still asked about his personality. He was described as a middle of the road type dog. PERFECT, what I always dreamed of. I had to meet him.

Training a puppy, what was I thinking? WOW, what work! Would I be able to exercise him enough? Were there other challenges? Yep, he had mange, a tick magnet, developed a limp with his growing pains, had a calcium deficiency, a heart murmur and broken teeth. Luckily, we got everything under control. Sonny stoically withstood being medically probed, creams applied, and medicine given.

Sonny’s personality developed into one of the most flexible dogs I have ever encountered. His easy-going nature, his fearlessness, and his joy of play readily welcomed every dog (and human) into his home. He shared his toys, food, humans, and furniture, whatever. Sonny made sure each dog was exercised to their individual ability. When he played with a puppy or small dog, he somehow became a small dog, laying down flat on the ground. Sonny could take on the big dogs, too. He seemed to puff his chest out. Labs, Setters, Aussies, bring them on; he played on their level. If a dog wanted to dominate, Sonny was ok with that. If they were submissive, he encouraged them to relax, be comfortable and secure. With Sonny’s expert help, confidence was quickly built. He showed other dogs how to sit, come and generally how to behave in and out of the house. It all seemed to come naturally for him.

Sonny had been a great addition to our family and a super asset to rescue work. With his assistance, fostering was more rewarding and easier. He had a job to do. He trained, exercised and offered friendship. Sonny really enjoyed his work.

My little Sonny-boy is gone, and I miss him more than any words can describe. Will the tears ever stop? His picture hangs by my bed with his bright shining eyes now watching over me. I say goodnight to him each and every night.

Gloria Yarina

 

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