Let me tell you how it went, day by day, no filter.
Week 1 — "All right, let's try it, I've got the guarantee anyway"
Tuesday evening. Two sprays on Olivia's kibble. She sniffed it, gave me a look like "what's this?" and then started eating normally.
First hurdle cleared: she doesn't refuse it.
The first 3–4 days, no visible change. I was sceptical, I kept thinking "yeah, money down the drain again."
Day 5: in the evening, while she was licking my hand, I noticed her breath was different.
Not advert-fresh, but less unbearable.
I thought I was imagining it, I swear.
Week 2 — "Hang on, what's happening?"
Day 10. My daughter Sophie (16, who knows nothing about what I'm doing) comes into the living room while Olivia is asleep in my arms and says: "Mum, Olivia doesn't smell any more. Have you noticed?"
My heart stopped for a second. Because Sophie didn't know. So it wasn't me imagining it.
Day 14: I look at Olivia's gums. Less red. Less swollen. I run a finger along the gumline and it doesn't bleed like before.
Week 3 — "OH MY GOODNESS"
Day 22. I'm cleaning the cushion where Olivia sleeps and I find a black piece, hard, the size of a lentil.
I picked it up. It was a piece of tartar. Come away on its own during the night while she chewed her little toy.
I swear I started crying. I rang Laura shouting: "LAURA. LAURA. The tartar's coming away! I found a bit on the cushion! IT COMES OFF, LAURA!"
She replied: "Hels, breathe, you absolute nutter, ahahah" 😂
Weeks 4–5 — "My goodness, it really works"
Day 30. Olivia starts gnawing a hard biscuit that before she'd leave there for three days.
She didn't have any more pain in her mouth.
I started taking weekly photos.
The front canines — before, completely black — show streaks of white enamel at the bottom, near the gum. The tartar comes away from the bottom upwards.
Weeks 6–8 — "She looks like a different dog"
Day 50. Olivia yawns and you can see half her teeth are white. Her breath is completely normal. My daughter Sophie has started giving her little kisses on the head again. My husband lets her sleep on the bed.
She's gone back to being part of the family the way Biscuit had been.
Weeks 10–12 — "The vet couldn't believe it"
Day 75. I go back to the same vet who, three months earlier, had told me "she needs the descaling".
I open Olivia's mouth for him. Total silence for 20 seconds. Then he looks at me and says: "Mrs Carter but… what have you done?"
I told him everything. He picked up the bottle. He photographed it. He told me: "Send me the link? I want to try it on my Jack Russell."
I didn't have to sign any form. The tartar was down by about 75%.
Today — 6 months on