Yes, my boys have birthdays only 1 week apart. It makes it very easy to remember (though somewhat difficult to get right when I’m filling out trial entry paperwork).
Today Max turns 7 years old. Wow. I don’t think there are enough ways to say that time has flown by too quickly for my taste in this case. It seems just last week that he was an obnoxious adolescent and a cute little puppy before that. I would venture to say that Max and I have grown up together, having begun our partnership when I was the ripe old age of 25. We’ve faced new challenges together for years now – not surprisingly after this much time, we can read each other’s minds and need very little conversation in order to understand each other.
The first picture I ever saw of him
6 Months Old
1 Year Old
3 Years Old
3.5 Years Old – too sweet
4 Years Old – New Champion, RN and Versatility Excellent (VX)
5 Years Old (wearing his Bears colors for Superbowl that year)
New big brother
5.5 Years Old - competing at USDAA Nationals
6 Years Old
7 Years Old
Ever the ornery old man, Max likes what he likes and will not be convinced that you can offer anything more exciting than agility. If it's not time to work or go somewhere, he'd rather curl up in his own corner and be left alone thankyouverymuch than be bothered to snuggle you. He finds it distasteful that Stanley is so unbiased in his affections and prefers instead to share his wags and kisses with only a select few. Brilliant, discriminating, LOUD, ready to go at a moment’s notice – that’s Max. My true love!
Happy birthday to my best boy!