Max’s Animal Haven was built on love, loyalty, and a lifetime of muddy paw prints. Named after and inspired by my mom, Max — a woman with a soft spot for every lost or limping soul — this place is our way of carrying her spirit forward.

Out here, there’s no such thing as “just a dog.” We welcome cowdogs of all shapes and sizes — the scrappy heelers, the shy herders, the old timers with stories in their eyes. And it’s not just dogs who find their way here. You’ll meet a few barn cats, a goat or two, maybe a rooster with an attitude. They all have one thing in common: they needed a home, and they found one here.

Every shirt we sell, every print we ship, helps keep this haven running — feed in the bins, vet bills paid, tails wagging. It’s a labor of love, and a promise to my mom that her kind of kindness will never go extinct.

Max’s Animal Haven.
Where the lost get found, and every creature’s got a place by the fire.