Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Cage free K9 Camp rescues the day!

Greetings dog friends, friends of dogs and cats,

Remember the lovely dog couple, Sheldon and Adele (who are still up for adoption in case you wondered)?



Well allow us to introduce our newest rescue which is also where Sheldon and Adele are currently living: Cage free K9 Camp!

This is a really unique place, merging rescuing efforts with boarding and grooming, it's a one stop shop for dog lovers! We love the concept, they're doing important work there. Check out their site and if you're in their neighborhood go say hi!



Cage free K9 Camp is located in Santa Monica at: 3385 Robertson Place, Los Angeles, CA 90034 • Tel: 310-202-6900

We'll be raising funds for these fine folks all month so make sure to buy your furry sweetie a valentine treat to remember! Go to www.rosiesbarkery.com

Wednesday, January 16, 2013




And now for another installment of:   
Rosie to the Rescue!

In honor of Valentine's Day we have created a special cookie pair we're calling, "Puppy Love". It's inspired by 2 dogs who are very much in puppy love themselves.

Meet Sheldon and Adele!


   










When Adele was rescued by Cagefree Canines, she looked and felt like she had never been loved in her whole 7 years of life. Adele was completely emaciated with hair falling out all over her body. Her skin was flaky and thin plus she had sores all over the place. Every vertebra was plain to see and her abdomen was distended along with severe muscle atrophy. It turned out she had Cushing’s disease and she felt awful!

Adele may have felt unloved, but one look at her and her beau, Sheldon was tail over heels in puppy love with her! While he’s no puppy himself, for a 10 year old, he was sure acting like a goofy pup for Adele. Sheldon also had a ruff go when Cagefree Canines found him at the pound. He had an ulcer in his eye, ouch! But no illness could stop Sheldon from making eyes at Adele!

Now both are on medication and are getting better everyday, together. Cagefree Canines saved Sheldon and Adele’s broken bodies and once they found each other, they saved each other’s hearts.

Sheldon and Adele are a love story that deserve a happy ending, contact Cagefree Canines to meet this adorable couple. http://www.cagefreecanines.com/rescue.asp

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Greetings dog friends, friends of dogs and cats,

It's me Rosie! I have a new post series we're calling Rosie to the Rescue! where I talk about all things to do with rescue groups, which next to food, is my favorite topic.

This month, I'd like to introduce you to a new group that is, kind of a big deal. You could say they're minor heroes, in that they're minors and they're heroes!

That's right, they're kids who are saving the lives of countless dogs and cats across the country and they call themselves, Kids Against Animal Cruelty (KAAC)! They're like the Justice League that's gone to the dogs (sorry, had to).



With several chapters across the U.S. they network on Facebook to save lives posting 2 to 3 times a day until someone goes to the pound and saves a dog friend in need. They've saved over 20,000 lives in 2 years and they're group is growing in spayeds (bad pun? sorry again).

KAAC gets a boost in numbers with the help of a rising star. The group's founder, Lou Wegner, is a 16 year old actor/singer who advocates for animals every time he hits the red carpet. He started the group when he was 14 and now boasts 10 chapters in the U.S. alone and 50,000 members globally!

They're doing amazing work and we're really excited to be supporting KAAC! To read more about Lou and his crew go to: http://www.myhero.com.

Be their friend at: Kids Against Animal Cruelty Facebook!


Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Hello dog friends, friends of dogs and cats,

Rosie here wanting to introduce you to my partner Bella! Part Border Collie, part Lab and Aussie Shepard she's as tough as she is purty. As partners goes, she's kind of pawsome, hard working, funny and one smart cookie.

So smart in fact that we decided she should have her own column! We're calling it: Bella Knows Best! Here she'll talk about smart stuff that matters, like safety stuff, training and nutrition. This week's edition of Bella Knows Best: 

Gluten Free for dogs?

Hey!  Bella here.  Just got back from chasing some squir – I mean, going for a walk… and saw a bunch of emails asking about the ingredients in our cookies.  This is completely understandable.  If you’re like me, this time of year you’re probably trying to watch your girlish (or manly) figure while helping your parents out with all the holiday meal preparation. You know, licking pumpkin pie platters (preferably while it still contains said pie), clearing away all the turkey trimmings (clearing the way to your tummy!!) and sampling Nana’s fruitcake (or, more likely, using it as a Frisbee, which is all they’re really good for, am I right?!).

No worries.  You can rest assured knowing that my mom and Rosie’s mom are really picky about what goes in our treats, keeping them ultra healthy and delicious.  They only use four ingredients for the base of every cookie they sell.  These ingredients are Certified Gluten Free oat flour, organic free-range eggs, filtered water, and vitamin E as a natural preservative.

That’s it!  No sugar, no salt, no other yucky unhealthy stuff.  My mom learned not to give me sugar the hard way…we tried some cookies from another doggie bakery that contained sugar, and not only did I clear the room…but my mom had to buy a new couch.  Some stains just DO NOT come out!

But anyway, I digress.  So.  I’ve decided to let you in on a few family secrets; letting you guys know why we use what we use.  Let’s start from the top.

Gluten free oat flour.  What’s up with that, right?  I mean, we’re not horses!  Why not good ole’ fashioned wheat flour?  Well, let me ask you a few questions:

• Do your front feet ever itch to the point where no matter how much you chew and chew and chew and lick and chew some more, they just WON’T STOP ITCHING?!?!  And your paw pads turn all red and swell up?

• Do you have bald patches in your coat, or maybe dry, scaly skin, or red bumps and other rashes on your bod?

• Do you barf a lot?  Poop a lot? NOT poop a lot? Poop like me on my mom’s poor couch, where it’s all soupy and slimy?

• And lastly, I know your nose smells, but do your ears smell?  Like, when your mom goes in to kiss you, and instead she makes a lemon face and grabs the cotton balls and alcohol?  Yeah.  Like that.

All these are telltale signs of food intolerance.   There are really expensive tests, where you go to the vet and get poked with pricklies, but a simple elimination diet is the cheaper (and less poke-y) way of determining the food culprit.  Take my best buddy Wesley, for instance.  He’s a bulldog mix, and his farts could clear the next zip code.  Poor smelly guy.  Then his mom and dad put him on a gluten free, potato free diet, and he’s been a lot easier to hang out with ever since!

What is gluten, you ask?  It’s a type of protein found in wheat, barley, and rye.  Not protein like cows and chickens, protein like prolamines and glutelins (say that with a mouthful of peanut butters!).  It’s really sticky and acts kind of like a paste that holds stuff together, and it’s a really common culprit in food intolerance.  With all the genetically modified supergrains out there, the problem is getting more widespread, too.  I mean, the grains that we eat today aren’t the same wholesome goodies that our wolfcestors scarfed down back in the day.  Our tummies haven’t changed – it’s the food that’s different, and it’s making us sick!

The trouble with gluten is that it’s hard to get away from, too, so your mom has to be really careful about what she buys – some products that say “wheat free” may not be entirely gluten free, and if you’re still all itchy and rashy and poopy and smelly, you may still be eating gluten and not know it.  They measure gluten intolerance in parts per million, too – that’s like a flea on an elephant! – and just that little bit can trigger an immune response.  Not fun at all.  Ask my mom’s couch.

Also, you can’t automatically assume that since something says it’s made with oats or oat flour that it’s gluten free.  Sadly, this is not the case.  Even though oats are indeed gluten free, in the good ole’ US of A, 97% of all oats are harvested and stored with wheat – so it’s cross contaminated on the farm, while the tractors are scooping it up – long before it’s made into kibble or a cookie.

This is why my mom and Rosie’s mom go that extra mile to only buy Certified Gluten Free oat flour, made from oats harvested from a certified gluten free farm and tested by the FDA, so there are no amber waves of grain to muscle their way into our cookies.

Bottom line, gluten can be bad.  Not bad like “Bella, stop chasing the kitty!” bad – bad like B-A-D bad. Even though only Irish Setters are prone to Celiac Disease – a chronic autoimmune disease where the gluten actually destroys the villi in the intestines, many of us doggies have some kind of gluten sensitivity or intolerance.  If left untreated, this can lead to an overall diminished health, not only causing those oh-so-fun digestive woes and skin problems, but also arthritis, epilepsy, allergies and inflammatory reactions, pancreatitis, hepatitis, infections, and a whole slew of other really serious health issues.  THAT kind of bad. 

So to keep me, my buddies, and all other critters out there safe and free from worry, my mom keeps the gluten far, far away from the cookie jar.

Stay tuned next time – I’ll fill you in on more secrets from my mom’s kitchen!  Now, I gotta run – the squirrels are encroaching on my backyard again.  They’re about to get the good ole’ Bella what-for.


For more information, please go to www.petwave.com or www.wheat-free.org

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

My friends got in on this too, introducing:
Spidey Wesley!













and...Harley the Heffalump. Uh she's in a different super hero universe.
 
Fear me evil doers, I am Bat Bella!
























What do you think...are the ears to much?:-) 
Oh well, HAPPY HOWLOWEEN EVERYONE!

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

The Terrible Tails of Frankensquirrel and The Dead Mailman

Greetings dog friends, friends of dogs and cats,

Today we have a tail to tell, it is called, "The Terrible Tails of Frankensquirrel and The Dead Mailman." It is a tail of horror and gore so please, read at your own risk!
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Frankensquirrel and The Dead Mailman

Deep in a forest in the hole of an ancient tree lives a creature of science. No one knows when he first breathed life but all have heard of the day he took his first victim. It was a day not unlike any other except for the chill that burdened everyone, like a heavy package.

Mr. Mailman was walking his daily route delivering mail to the people of Happy Tails, a small suburb outside of Los Angeles. Seemed like every house in town got at least one piece of mail, except for one…. 6686 Normal Lane.

Sure the house was ON Normal Lane, but it was anything but a normal. Built in the 30’s, it looked as if it would fall apart at any minute and certainly didn’t look like anyone lived there. The foliage around the house was overgrown to the point of hiding the shack that dwelled there, like it was protecting it from the prying eyes of all who would dare look in it’s direction. There were some dark secrets living in that house and there they would stay for no one ever came out of the house nor went inside….it gave the mailman the chills every time he went past the house.

Lucky for him he only passed the spooky house on route to his last delivery. Yep, one more delivery to the house across from 6686 to the house with the crazy, barking dog who he yelled at to shut up every time, some times even banging on the window. “Stupid dog,” he thought. He began to day dream of what the rest of his day might bring….a day at the zoo perhaps? Maybe get an ice cream cone? Hmmm…

But then, what’s this?! A flyer advertising the grand opening of a shoe store….addressed to 6686 Normal Lane!! How could this be? No one ever left that house so how could they need shoes? He could just ditch it, say it got lost in the mail, happens all the time after all. Oh but this is silly, it’s just a house, probably some ancient person lives there by themselves and can’t care for the house is all.

Mr. Mailman swallowed hard then began walking toward the house cautiously. Searching for a mailbox as he drew nearer, the brush and trees seemed to grab at him as he passed them on the front lawn. There, he spotted it, on the porch all rusted, a mailbox hanging on one nail next to the front door. Creeeeaaaak went the steps as he approached the box. His hands shook as he dropped the flyer into the box.

Just as soon as the mail touched the box he went running away from the door, lest he learn any secrets the house posed. He didn’t want to know, he just wanted to run! He made it to the brush and the grabby trees. He stopped in front of the house to catch his breath, smiling, he made it! There, not so bad.

Mr. Mailman took one step and out of the brush jumped a glowing, green squirrel!! He looked like he had been sewn together from pieces of other squirrels! His horrible orange eyes flashed and as quickly as that he tore off Mr. Mailman’s leg and ran off with it in his mouth! Mr. Mailman collapsed onto the ground in agony, bleeding and alone. He died there on that day. No one knew how such a gruesome thing could happen, except for me.

I saw the whole thing; I was the dog across the street. I told everyone, but no one would listen, I’m just a crazy, barking dog, sure! Well, Mr. Mailman died a long time ago now. We have a new Mr. Mailman, and I bark at him cuz that’s what I’m supposed to do. But chasing away squirrels, that is what I MUST do. If you had seen what I saw on that horrible day, you’d chase squirrels too!