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About Us

When my sister and I were growing up we often volunteered (got dropped off by mom) at a local dog shelter in the summer.

The shelter was run by an older gentleman, Ron,  who always wore a white lab coat, that we affectionally called, Dr Wigglebutts.  Ron had earned the name within the family,  because he would always make us "wag our tails"  when we saw him, and he would return the greeting. 

Dr Wigglebutts did his best to heal the wounded animals that were brought into the shelter but no matter how hard he tried, it seemed there were always more animals to help, and never enough supplies to help them all. 

One Monday after cleaning out our basement, mom dropped us off to "volunteer" with a bunch of old blankets, towels, and rags in a big cardboard box, and another box filled with tennis balls that my dad had somehow acquired from the tennis team. 

Dr Wigglebutts had been keeping an eye out for our arrival, and upon seeing us walk up with the supplies, burst out of the door waved at my mother wildly while screaming, "Thank you! Thank you!  A thousand thanks!   Bless you!  Bless your family!"  He celebrated in classic wigglebutt style by wagging his "tail" and gave us both big hugs. 

I remember thinking it was funny how excited he got for a bunch of old blankets and tennis balls.  As we fed the dogs and treated them to a new tennis ball (new to them), I began to understand why he had been so excited. 

After the dogs were fed, and the blankets and balls were given out, you would have thought the dogs had drank from the fountain of youth.  

The shelter came alive...

Dogs played tug of war with the blankets, wrestled each other over the tennis balls, and everything seemed a little better... 

I learned a lot of things from Dr Wigglebutts, and I can honestly say my time volunteering at the shelter has followed me my whole life and helped shape me into who I am today. 

Over the years we've been fortunate enough to provide "forever homes" for some amazing dogs.  

About a year ago, we had a red female doberman named Phoenix who passed and we went to a local rescue to get another doberman for our male Leonidas. 

I wasn't prepared for the rush of emotions and flood of memories that came back that day and while we left with a new dog, I knew I had to figure out a way to give back more and help as many rescues as possible provide a better life to their animals. 

Dr Wigglebutts was born. 

We are proud to partner with rescues from around the country and offer them a way to raise funds by referring their adopters to our site.  If one of their adopters purchase a product, we happily make a donation to their rescue.  

It's a win-win. 

You get a high quality product, and the shelter can raise funds to provide food, medical attention, bedding, or even a box of tennis balls, if that's what they need to make a few more tails wag. 

We stand behind our products 100%, if for any reason you aren't happy, just let us know and we will do whatever we can to make it right. 

If you own a rescue or a shelter and you would like to speak with us about a partnership, please feel free to get in touch!  We would love to talk and see if we can help!

Dr WiggleButts
5526 Inglewood
Culver City 90230