Healthy hips and happy mornings used to feel… out of reach.
Stairs were “floors of death.” Getting up looked like “Bambi on ice.” We tried the powders, the hard tablets, the bacon-wannabe treats. Either our dog side-eyed the taste, or we saw nothing and felt dumb for hoping.

So, like, here’s what finally clicked. We stopped trying to force health and made it taste like permission. One soft chew after breakfast.

Week by week, he moved easier. Not overnight fireworks — more like, “oh wow, he just hopped into the car without the little whine.”