05/25/2026
I’ll never forget my first farmers market season years ago bringing these beauties.
Elegant duck feet wrapped in furry green bison tripe like little ballerina straps. Every piece cut and wrapped by hand. True small-batch labor of love.
A woman came to my booth picking apart EVERYTHING.
“What’s this?”
“What’s that?”
“My dog is EXTREMELY sensitive and can’t eat garbage.”
Then she looked closer at the bag she was holding and screamed:
“OH MY GOD IT’S A FOOT!!!”
Listen… maybe it was the sleep deprivation from nursing babies. Maybe it was the summer heat. Maybe it was the frustration of watching people recoil at REAL anatomy while feeding ultra-processed brown cereal pellets shaped like meat from asile 9. 🙄
But when she tossed my precious bag into the air in horror, I caught it dramatically and ran circles around my tent like I’d won Olympic gold.
Absolutely unhinged behavior honestly.🥴💃🏼
I looked at her and said:
“Yes. It’s a foot. And it’s wrapped in green tripe. Double gross, right Aunt Carol? Good thing it’s not for you. It’s for your poor picky dog.”
She reluctantly bought one. Convinced her dog would never…
She came back every single week after that. ✨
Her sweet aging dog eventually passed … but not before getting more good years filled with real food, rich broths, raw milk, and nourishment that actually supported the body instead of just filling the bowl.
People forget:
Dogs don’t care if food looks pretty to humans.
And picky? Oh that’s them screaming for better!
Healing starts the moment we stop feeding for OUR comfort instead of THEIRS.
Restocked.
Feed differently.
