~ Ole' Faithful ~ Recipe

How to make it

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• Have the oven at three hundred degrees.In a bowl dissolve the beef bouillion in the water,then add the remainder of the ingredients,stirring to combine.On a lightly floured counter,and using a sock covered rolling pin,roll the dough to about one eighth inch in thickness.Using a small two inch cookie cutter,cut out the dough,and place on a greased baking sheet.Bake thirty to thirty five minutes or until firm.Place on a cooling rack and cool completely.There after store in a airtight canister.
• ~ My sidekick ~
• and...he is a holy terror!
• Doggone It!
• I'm just joshing,he is a wonderful companion,very protective,and very seldomly allows me out of his sight.I have come to realize thou that he thinks that he is not my pet,but that I am his human.
• As I understand it his breed was developed to herd cattle,chase off vermin...and be a royal pain in the tookus.When I was asked if I wanted him all that flashed in my mind was,I shouldn't,couldn't and wouldn't let another beast worm their way into my heart...but it was to late,I was to far gone,there was no goin' back,he had me...lock,stock,and barrel with those big brown eyes the moment that he sat there staring up at me.He is intelligence,bold,athletic,with a great deal of tenacity and determination that...I am trainable :o)
• If you want the diffinition of the worlds best renowned shedders...then my 'Sidekick' holds the title. I brush him,I vaccum him,I lint roll him...Nothing works.If I saved all the hair and could knit then every person in this county would have a sweater to keep them warm for winter.
• He has super zonic hearing.I could place myself inside a soundproof room with the music blaring,and slowly,mythically,open a bag of pretzels while he is outside leisurely sound asleep on his down doggy bed recharging after a bound of the squirrel verses hound game that he does almost on a daily bases ,when all of a sudden I hear that all familar tone..."Let me in,I hear that!"
• and...don't even get me started in telling you I think sometimes he is possessed when he has these spurts of frantic play.I have ruined a few white shirts peacefully drinking my morning coffee,either on the sunporch or outside when all of a sudden without warning sitting at my feet lets out with a loud bark,joulting me out of my semi meditation state.One day I took him down by the lake coverd by a gaggle of Canadian Geese who had stopped before continuing their migratory journey quite content,and happily minding their own business,when before I could make the feudal attempt to restrain him,he took off like a bullet of pure muscle over the embankment straight into the water sending the skein of geese skyward blocking out the sunlight.As I stood there with this lease dangling in my hand and bewilderment on my face,he has the nerve to run back to me soaking wet with that sharp,clear,steady eye,as if to say,"Wasn't I a good boy?"
• Oh...as for keeping him in busy dog toys and chew bones...Forget it!
• I have personnel raised the stockmarket index on dog toys and chew bones alone.Not only does he tear them up in a blink of an eye,but disembowels them in ten minutes flat all over the den floor.
• Do I love him?
• You bet!
• Would I ever give him up for another?
• Never!