Collection: About Max & Moonie
The Tale of Max & Moonie: A Love Beyond Boundaries
Once upon a time, in a cozy home nestled between the tall pines of Wisconsin, there lived two remarkable beings: Max and Moonie. They were not your typical pair—no, they were extraordinary. Let me share their story:
Max, the German Shepherd: The Protector and Playmate
Max arrived first, a fluffy ball of fur with eyes that held galaxies. His lineage whispered tales of loyalty and courage. At three months old, he bounded into our lives, all paws and curiosity. His ears perked up at every sound—the rustle of leaves, the distant car engine, and the laughter of children.
But then came Moonie—the grey tabby cat with a mysterious M-shaped mark on his forehead. His eyes held secrets, and his purr was a soothing melody. At three months old, he sauntered in, tail held high, as if announcing his arrival to the universe.
And so began their dance—a waltz of fur and whiskers, of barks and meows. Max thought he was part feline, and Moonie believed he had canine instincts. They chased each other through sun-dappled rooms, knocking over vases and unraveling yarn. Their play was a symphony of chaos, and we watched, mesmerized.
Moonie, the Wise Trickster: Lessons in Love
Moonie taught Max the art of stealth. He was a rescued kitty found in a roadside ditch huddling next to his just-born brothers and sisters. Only Moon and two of his litter lived through the cold December of 2019. He’d perch on the windowsill, observing the world outside, grateful of his new friends and home. Max, ever the protector, would sit by his side, ears alert. Together, they unraveled life’s mysteries—the rustling leaves were secrets whispered by the wind, and the moon held stories of ancient cats who danced among the stars.
They shared meals—Max’s kibble and Moonie’s stolen bits of cheese. They napped together, curled like yin and yang. Max’s warmth enveloped Moonie, and Moonie’s purr lulled Max into dreams of chasing rabbits across moonlit fields.
Renaming the Dream: Max & Moonie
Their happiness was contagious. We were professionals with difficult jobs, in the bustling human world, and we found solace in their antics. Max and Moonie reminded us that love transcends species, that genuine connection knows no boundaries.
And so, we renamed our side-business—Max & Moonie. It became more than jewelry, coins, and collectibles. It became a testament to their friendship, their outlandish stunts, and the joy they brought. We channeled their spirit into our artistry—into handcrafted jewelry that whispered secrets and coins that held memories.
From Careers to Dreams: A Business Blooms
I was a technology consultant, and she is in education, a Doctor of Education—both challenging and respectable paths. But Max and Moonie nudged us toward something more—a fusion of passion and purpose. Woodworking and oil painting joined the dance, and our business blossomed.
Our hope was that a name is not just a name. We’re hoping that you will be drawn by the name—Max & Moonie because of what the flow of words conjures in your imagination. It is possible that you will connect to this story and perhaps find a memory in one of our expressive pieces of art, and come away with treasures in hand, for you or someone in your life.
Epilogue: The Legacy Lives On
Max and Moonie continue to be rebels with a cause, their adventures etched in our hearts.
And so, a reminder that love knows no species, that inspiration blooms in unexpected places. Family and business can thrive when fueled by good spirit, and we want our customers to feel it—the contagious love that bridges worlds.
And that, my dear friends, is the enchanting tale of Max & Moonie and the people they inspire every day.
Tim & Torey