Alright, listen up, floofs. Here's the secret to never seeing the bottom of your bowl. Spoiler: we don't lift a paw. The hoomans do all the work while we just wag and wait.
They fill out some boring questionnaire about us—age, breed, zoomies-per-hour, even drama levels. Maggie's crew takes that and builds a meal plan with exact portions. No more “oops, too much rice” disasters.
Tell your hooman to pick how often the magic box shows up—trial packs, weekly packs, or the four-week haul that keeps bowls full and tails spinning. They can even decide if we get single packs or neat daily packs. Either way, we win.
This is our moment. The Maggie's box lands at the door, we sniff it out, bark like it's intruders, and force the hooman to open it. They stash it in the fridge, tear open a pack, and serve it up. We just wag, eat, and repeat.