Dear Max,

To my Max (Maxilicious, my best friend, Happy Pants)

Lets start from the beginning of your little life:
I knew I wanted a beautiful, intelligent dog to keep my other baby company. I looked and looked and posted ads on what I was looking for. Finally, after a month, I got a response. A couple needed to rehome their Rottweiler due to breed restrictions. I wrote them, I made me sound awesome. I couldn’t wait to meet you. I drove an hour and met them at a weird gas station. You hopped your happy little self out of the car. You were skinny. Not yet grown into your legs, ears, or paws. You were clumsy. I let you jump on me, giving me kisses. I noticed cuts on your paws, face, and neck. I knew why they had you. I tried my hardest to be as nice as possible to them making sure they would let me drive away with you. We got home and you cried and cried. They hadn’t taught you any manners, potty training, and what was off limits.

The first couple of days were ROUGH. You jumped on Dukes face making him upset. I was told you were house trained. By the time I got home from work there were holes in my carpet, linoleum, drywall, my undies and the list goes on. At that point in time I thought, “I can’t deal with this”. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t feel connected to you. You were “you”. You did whatever you wanted, wherever you wanted, however you wanted. I sat down on the floor one day in complete tears. You walked over to me and sat on me. I hugged you. I told you that it was job to take care of me and Duke.

After a couple of weeks, me having very upset days, I saw you looking at me. With the most loving eyes I’ve ever seen. The only think I could think was I have to make this work. We learned “outside” with Doritos. Sit, shake, lay, and up. It took me an hour to teach you. Damn Max, you are smart.

My favorite part of my day was coming home to you flying around like a little tornado. You hurt yourself so many times the vet bills were killing me. Torn ACL’s left and right. Which then required me to give you baby aspirin. The first time was successful. Second, not so much. You picked around the hot dog and cheese and spit the aspirin out on the floor and walked away from me. What a brat. The vet told me to keep you calm and relaxed. YEAH, RIGHT!

I was having the worst day of my life. I was sick. You could feel I was sick. You knew something was wrong with me. I could hear you breathing through the bathroom door. As I came out to lie down you licked my hands. Lay next to me. Looking at me. I put my arms out and you put yourself right on the place where I had surgery. On my chest you just laid there. You didn’t move a muscle. I cried and you buried your face in my neck. I think you were reassuring me that I would be OK. I had officially fallen in love you. You could feel the pain I was in.

You are 3 years old now. I realize now that I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you. You took care of me just like I asked. You do so many things that make me smile. You know I’m going to kiss you goodbye in the morning and you wait for me. You sneak your little self with me in bed. You give the best hugs and snuggle in the universe. I would be lost without you. Everything is fun to you. Looking for your toys under the bed, new food, dinnertime, and realizing that I’m not going to work. You listen to everything I say. You are intelligent. You take care of me.

You’re still a puppy to me with your happy paws and nub that goes crazy. You know when I need hugs. Our new favorite thing is jogging. I took me 5 minutes to train you on a leash! I don’t ever want you to leave me, but I know it will happen someday. It’s going to break my heart. For the rest of your life, there is going to be plenty of hugs and kisses. Just make sure you keep taking care of me.
Love,
Your mama


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