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| Max at four months, Oct. '06 |
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| Enjoying sunny Colorado |
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Hangin' with Shadow
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So I'm going to try to alternate between my thoughts about deployment, my relationship with Adam, and other topics. Today's topic is Max (SuperMax, aka cuteheart, bunny, pookie, and boo).
We think that Max might be a Cava-Shell, which is the fancy way of saying a mutt whose parents were a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel and a Shetland Sheepdog. I adopted him at two months old from the North Shore Animal League in Long Island. I almost adopted a different dog, but I just had an unsettled feeling so I stopped to think about it. When I turned around, there was Max. Even though he was sleeping, I knew he was the One. I still think God made Max just for me, although I don't know what I did to earn it. He is by far, the Best Dog Ever.
Max loves to sleep on the backs of couches, with his feet sometimes dangling on either side. He loves fetching balls, swimming, and playing with the big dogs. He loves to catch snowballs and water from hoses. He is an extremely "kissy" dog. His best friend is Shadow, my parent's Golden Retriever, who wrestles with him until she gets tired and he stands on her head.
We're thinking of adopting a sibling for Max, so he's not lonely when we're off at work. But now that I'm fostering a dog, I'm realizing that two dogs really is a lot harder than one, if only because there is twice as much dog hair everywhere. We could take the fur off of my comforter and make a third dog. I still think we might do it, but it has to feel right. I'm so glad I followed my instincts that day at the shelter.
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| Sleeping after playing in the snow |
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| Afternoon sunbathing |
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| Max in camo while Adam makes breakfast |
