On this site “we” refers to my family in Maryville, Tennessee. Our pets are family, too! I’m a web designer/developer doing what I like to do after retiring from my full-time position in academia. On this website, I feature products I have personally bought, used, and can honestly review. Comments have been disabled because I’m simply tired of dealing with spam.
Max – Christmas 2013
We adopted Max from the Police Shelter in Reno, Nevada on October 19, 2002, when he was about one year old. He passed away this year, and we miss his companionship very much. The house seems empty without him. He was an outgoing, friendly dog who loved to meet other dogs and people. He was happiest when he could run and go for long walks. In his younger years, he ran through the sagebrush with amazing agility, and chased the “jackalope” often, bouncing across the ridges with lightning speed. As a senior, he loved meeting other dogs on his slow walks and sniffing every bush in the neighborhood.
We always wondered how Max ended up at the pound and how we were so incredibly lucky to find the world’s sweetest, cutest dog. He was a perfect gentleman with children, wanted to be buddies with cats, and made friends with everyone who crossed our path in the neighborhood. He survived and recovered from IVDD surgery, but had recurring UTIs after that and suffered kidney damage after a particularly brutal antibiotic for a drug-resistent bacterial infection. Max was almost 16 when we had to say goodbye. Some of the things that kept him healthy included dental chews, joint-health supplements, salmon oil, heartworm and flea prevention, and premium quality dog food.
I plan to keep this site up for a while, but obviously, we’re not buying senior dog products right now and have reviewed all but a few of the ones we used regularly. Some of the food and supplements were literally lifesavers and are still available, so there’s some value in keeping the reviews up for a year or two, but products can change, so unless we lose our minds and adopt another senior dog, that’ll be it.
Cleo and the wall of snow