Adopted
Max
the Golden Standard
He's beautiful; he's loving; he’s young; he’s yours. He’ll steal your heart in a
minute, so beware!
Max was apprehended by Animal Control for loitering on the streets of San
Antonio and served hard time in the local pound waiting for owners who never
showed… so GRR made his bail. After a stop at the vet to have some extraneous
parts removed, he received his walking papers and an almost clean bill of
health—the poor guy had acquired kennel cough in those nasty jail cells and
scared his foster mom to death with his choking cough. But both are recovered
now and doing nicely.
The wild and crazy guy who was delivered to his halfway house has now become a
(mostly!) model citizen worthy of his parole. As a guy off the streets, he had
no name, so was given his very own:
GRR name: Max;
Rank: foster brother to Belle; and
Serial number: #07-025.
No DOB, but the vet says under two. Knows SIT, DOWN, and COME. (STAY is still
such a nasty word, but will soon become part of his vocabulary.) We are working
on WAIT. He walks nicely on a leash with a slip collar. He plays ball if it is
important to you, but would just as soon cuddle, preferably on the sofa. Not
that he is a couch potato. Max enjoys his morning walk and might very well be a
jogger's companion, but he is not a HIGH energy guy. He rides well in the car,
but isn’t quite comfortable with it yet. (Maybe flashbacks to the SA paddy
wagon?) In his two short weeks out of the slammer, he has learned all the
household routines. He understands that the Canine Home Commander is Belle, and
her rule is law! His only infractions have been two potty misdemeanors and
counter-surfing incidents, which resulted in additional incarceration in a
crate. He has crated well—again, more harm done to foster mom than Max.
In his effort to turn over a new leaf, Max decided to emulate Lassie on his
first day here, leaping through a window to keep up with his new family. Sadly,
no one told him Lassie’s house had no screens!—but again, no harm, no foul.
Fortunately, it was a low window and the screen just popped right out. The only
other victim was a cordless phone later found underneath the shrubbery;
apparently, it sailed out the window along with the dog. Max and his foster mom
frequently step on each other’s feet in an effort to prevent any misadventures.
Got a place in your family for a golden guy with a bit of a past? Want to help a
good boy stay good? You know the drill!