Adopted
Max...
Hi, my name is Max. I was surrendered to GRR along with my brother… it’s kind of
a long story, but we lived with different owners for a while, then wound up back
together again and spent the last 10 months or so in a big pen at our “country
estate.” When you’ve been living with someone for such a long time—especially
since we were each other’s main source of entertainment—it’s a bit hard to go
your separate ways. But my new home is full of dogs (three to be exact), so you
can bet I didn’t stay lonely for long! Being the laid-back kind of fellow that I
am, I get along great with all of them. Even my foster brother, who always has
to “put the other boys in their place,” doesn’t give me a second look. Sometimes
he’ll wrestle around a bit with me and my heart just swells, ‘cause it reminds
me of days spent with my brother.
The one that really sends my heart a-flutterin’ is the cute little blonde Golden
who lives here. Wow, does she ever like me! She invites me to play all the time,
and being a fella and all, I can’t say no. Ends up getting me in a bit of
trouble with my foster mom because I’m a lot bigger than Miss Sassy and
sometimes don’t realize just how exuberant (that’s the word my mom uses) I can
be. I certainly don’t mean any harm, and I’ve never hurt her, but I’m learning
she’s not my brother. I blame her for starting stuff, because when she isn’t
around, I’m as cool and calm as cucumber.
In fact, just to prove how calm I am, let me tell you about my behavior at my
foster dad’s office. He takes me to work every day. Oh, that’s something else
I’ve learned since I’ve been here: car rides are FUN. When I first got to my new
home, I fought like a wildcat to stay out of that car, but after about a week, I
started hoppin’ right up in the backseat and plantin’ myself down for the ride.
Now then, back to the part about life in the office….I sleep mostly. Yep, even
when the Fed Ex guy or postman comes, I just lie there and make everyone step
over me. Not much point in getting up unless it’s to go for a walk. I’m a real
good boy on a leash, except that sometimes I like to do the zigzag thing in
front of you if I get a hold of good scent. Mom and Dad don’t let me get away
with that for long on lead, but in the yard I can track and sniff as much as I
want… it would take all the fun out of being a dog if you never could follow
wherever the nose takes you!
What kind of new home am I lookin’ for? Well, let’s see. I love being with my
dog friends, going for walks, eating good food…. yes, that’s a must. My mom
fixes us a great breakfast and I’ve gone from not finishing my food to gobblin’
it right down. She puts fresh veggies and some salmon in my bowl along with my
dry food… boy, oh boy, do I love it! It’s making my coat soft and shiny, and you
can tell from my pictures that I’m quite proud of my handsome looks.
What else…. I just love people. We like to cozy up together as a family and
watch TV. That’s a lot different from living in an outdoor dog pen, so I savor
every moment. I don’t like being outside too long by myself, so I bark to let
you know that I’ve done my business and I’m ready to come back inside. (Speaking
of doing my business, I learned that housebreaking thing pretty quickly.)
Kids are pretty cool, too. My mom’s students tell me I look like a
crime-fighting dog named McGruff. I’ll take that as a compliment, but remember
what I said about my behavior in my dad’s office… don’t count on me to be a
watch dog.
Oh, yeah! Better let you in on a little secret. I can open doors—at least, the
kind that have handles that push down. Since I’m a tall fella, I just push down
on the handle with my chin, and presto! I’m wherever I want to be. Mom and Dad
have learned to lock the doors if they don’t want me finding my way to new
adventures.
Think that pretty well sums me up. I can’t wait to make my acquaintance with a
forever family.