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I feel like a puppy again!
August 20, 2015
My name is John L. Sullivan and I have a brother named Marley. I'm six years old and he just turned 4. He's kind of a jerk sometimes and has so much energy that when Mom and Dad take us to the park, he likes to run alongside me and jump on my back and play all crazy like we're still little puppies with elastic limbs. I usually ask him politely to stop but sometimes I have to get crazy and really show him who's the boss. Earlier this summer, his antics went a little too far and he ran into me going about Mock 7. I was thrown to the ground and suffered a partial tear to the ACL in my left back leg. After a few visits to the vet (which is sooooooo not my favorite place in case you were wondering) and a horrifying visit to the orthopedic surgeon scary guy, it was deemed that I was healthy enough (do they know how much cheese I eat?) to be able to try to heal on my own without surgery. My parents, and their bank account, were much relieved. They immediately put me on weeks and weeks of rest, which meant leash walks only and lots of sleeping time. The only problem with this is that I really hate squirrels and they like to taunt me when I go on walks, so not being able to chase them has been pure torture for me and an arm work-out for my Mom and Dad. Dad already had nice arms, but Mom could use a little toning, so I guess holding back my 90 lb frame for 6 weeks has done at least some good. Her biceps are looking good.
Anyway, to the point of the story already - the vet recommended that I start taking some supplements, one of them being your delicious product. It was meant to help stabilize my injury by supporting my healthy joints and slowly helping me gain more strength in the injured ACL area. The first time I saw Mom put it in my food, I was like, oh hell no, I am not eating some liquid vitamin that probably tastes like garbage (which admittedly I kinda like to eat). She mixed it up with some wet food and maybe a slice of cheese and holy moly, was that a flavor explosion in my mouth! Every since that fateful morning, I won't eat my food unless my Terramax is in there. I don't even eat that much cheese anymore because I love the taste so much and even better, I'm starting to feel like a pup again. It's easier for me to get off the couch when the Price Is Right is over (why is Drew Carey so awkward by the way?) and I'm actually starting to hop on Mom and Dad's bed by myself when they aren't home. It's a big no-no, but my knee is feeling so darn good these days that I can't help myself. My brother the jerk is taking it with me, and he's like the captain of the football team anyway, but I swear he's jumping higher and running faster. He jumped over our back fence the other day to chase a cat and he looked like a unicorn jumping over a rainbow. We both feel fantastic and I think we have you guys to thank. I guess also Mom and Dad for shelling out the $40 and I suppose I should also throw some shaka's to that vet for recommending it in the first place. I guess she's not so bad.
Mom ordered our second bottle this morning and I can't wait to see what another 4 weeks of treatment does for my knee. Pretty soon that nasty squirrel down the street won't know what hit him. I'll show him what to do with those nuts, because winter might be coming early this year. Watch out.
In the photo, I'm Tom Brady and my brother is Gronk. And just for the record, I didn't deflate anything