Today Max is 9 years old. If I thought Stanley’s birthday was bad, hoooo-boy Max’s is even worse in terms of leaving me wondering how time has flown!
Some dogs, you love with all your heart, and some dogs…are your soulmate. There’s no doubt for me – that’s Max. It’s impossible to accurately quantify our connection, but we read each other without a need for language. Maybe it comes from having both been underdogs when we started out together and having to fight to succeed in everything we did, but I’m forever proud of the relationship and teamwork we built.
Max is very picky about what he likes and does. He will only come up on the bed at night and only snuggles at our feet. He’s got the gentlest mouth and is careful to never touch your hand with his teeth when he takes a treat. He’s got a monster deep bark that he comes by honestly from his sire, and he’s not afraid to use it, perhaps more so as he ages. He does not like us watching hockey and gives us a disgusted look before stomping out the door to sleep outside for the duration of the game.
He likes his crate, if you leave the door open. (“I’m an adult and should be trusted like one.")
He LOVES agility, especially at trials where he really gets amped up to run.
At the age of four, he suddenly decided he liked dog beds so I bought one for every corner of the house.
He can be found in them at any given point during the day.
Max likes to find a well-loved toy every few months and free it of its stuffing. Who, me? What do you mean, there’s something on my chin?
Max loves to just go out and be with us everywhere!
I am humbled and forever thankful that Max’s breeder Jane took a chance on me and allowed me to share a lifetime with Max.
I love this dog!