Our Story

Ah. Hello. I’m Stephan, born on February 14, 2010—yes, Valentine’s Day. Naturally, I’m the romantic one. At 15 years old (human years, of course), I’m the eldest of our home’s sibling trio: myself, one younger, overly enthusiastic dog, and one human girl—also younger, but generally agreeable.

I come from Tennessee, but I don’t remember much of it. What I do remember is being adopted at five months old from the ASPCA. I’m told it was a difficult decision—but I made it easy. My snow-white coat, gentle presence, and distinguished ears (one up, one down) did all the talking. I was chosen. Naturally.

My refined standards set the bar for everything at WoofSentials. I don’t like vegetables, unless they are topped with melted Kerrygold salted cultured Irish butter. I no longer concern myself with kibble or common snacks. My meals are prepared with care—human-grade dishes, made just for me. Think thinly sliced chicken tenders with a touch of freshly squeezed lemon and herbes de Provence. A bit of linguine, maybe. Rigatoni? Never. On rare occasions, a sliver of sweet potato—if I’m feeling generous. Anything less is met with a polite sniff and a firm, silent refusal. It’s called self-respect.

Of course, they grumble sometimes: “Stephan won’t eat this,” or “If only Stephan ate like Ernie.” But they always come around. They love me—not in spite of my discerning taste, but because of it. I bring refinement to their lives. In return, I loyally follow my mom everywhere, graciously accept Anna’s tackle-hugs (she can’t help it, I’m adorable), and, on a good day, run spirited zoomies down the hallway. They’re right—I do enjoy it.