Although Edna and Maud are both dogs as mascots for the company, they're loosely based on — and a tribute to — the real-life grandmothers of the founder. Both were doctor's wives. Both had zero chill about anything, and neither one ever noticed.
Edna was a nurse without a filter — she'd interpret your lab results, tell you your outfit was too tight, and describe what an orgasm or a hot flash actually feels like, all at the same Sunday dinner table before the rolls came out. Maud was old-school proper — pearls, a fixture on every guild and committee in town — the kind of lady who could say something absolutely filthy in the same breath as offering you more sweet tea, and you'd thank her for both.
Ask either of them about "female aging troubles" at your own risk. You will learn things. Things you cannot unlearn. Things you will eventually bring up in therapy. They said it anyway, because someone had to, and because watching a table full of relatives choke on their tea or cocktail in shock was, frankly, half the fun.
They spent their whole lives being told "it's nothing" by men who'd never once had a hot flash in a business meeting. It was never nothing. Their granddaughter got tired of the scavenger hunt eventually — the gummies over here, the good scalp brush buried in a five-year-old Reddit thread over there, dead silence on what a GLP-1 actually does to your hair, your gut, and your entire personality — and built the one-stop version. Same bluntness. Better manners than the internet. Barely.