Canine Customers Stories

AGE: 3 & 10
CONDITION: Prevention
LOCATION: Camillo, WA

"They don't go without it. I call it my "anti vet bill powder"."

I used to work in a pet supply shop. Every time someone came in with elderly critters looking for warm beds for winter or senior pet food, I always asked them if their dog was getting around ok. Steroid injections or tablets used to be the go to, and there are so many other products on the market, but I used to tell them that I use this myself, (literally) as well as my German Shepherds and my entire herd of horses (7 at the time). I then asked them to see if any of the other products on the shelves offered a 100% money back guarantee. (Crickets). So then the store manager says to me "Ally I have had to dust this stuff off for ages, now all of a sudden I'm ordering tonnes of it!!!". And my clients were coming in happy as clams, with spritely dogs.

My German Shepherd, Yogi, is on it as a preventative (he's almost 3) but my last 3 horses (one is 35 and she gets a double dose because she is where the sunshine comes from) are all big energetic quarterhorses who don't have a painful bone in their body and run around like yearlings. They don't go without it. I call it my "anti vet bill powder".

My old girl Reba was on Rose-Hip Vital for many years. She was involved in a car accident at the tender age of 2, shredding the tendons in one of her legs. Thankfully, our vet is not only a Shepherd specialist, but a gifted surgeon. Over a period of 12 months we regrew tissue in that leg, developed muscle, (she had a specially made cast that had to be removed under anaesthetic several times in the first 3 months). When there was enough flesh, Steve anchored synthetic tendons into it, recreating what had been left behind on the road. I was faced with serious debilitation with her. But then I had a brainwave. Rose-Hip Vital! It was a LONG time before I knew if it was working or not, thanks to her limited movement initially, but I kept going with it. She recovered incredibly well, sprinting around the oval, running amok until she was 10. Sadly, her life was cut short by mammary tumours, what they call a "full chain", and I had to let her go. Totally devastated, and felt a bit ripped off to be honest of the other 4 or 5 years I was meant to have with her, but until that bloody cancer reared its ugly head, she was a spritely girl...