It started with a picky beagle named Otis.
Otis turned up his nose at every bag, can, and pouch the big brands made. So we started cooking for him in a stockpot on a Sunday afternoon — chicken, sweet potato, a little kale, a splash of fish oil.
He ate every bite. Then his coat got glossier, his energy steadier, his vet visits quieter. Friends with dogs asked if we'd cook for theirs. A small operation became a slightly bigger one, and Hushpuppies was the name our six-year-old picked.
We still cook everything in small batches. We still know the farms our meat comes from. And we still feed every recipe to our own dogs first.