Ode to Max

I love this dog. I love this dog. I love this dog. He is one of the great loves of my life. We eat lunch together everyday and we're walking partners. He's our comforter when we're sad ( when my girls cry or are overwhelmed, he won't leave their side), he protects this house 24/7, and he greets us with the most exuberant display of excitement each time we come in the door (even if we've only been gone for 10 minutes). He won the heart of my little 10-pound Shih Tzu, who has spent her life avoiding other dogs at all costs (no small feat). Anyone who knows me well, knows that I'm slightly OCD about cleanliness and organization in my house. I've never owned a dog that sheds and vowed I never would. He's won me over. I now scrub the floors sometimes 3 times per week and vacuum sometimes daily, but I don't care. I'd do it forever for him. He gives every person in this house, constant, unconditional love. I talk to him like he knows all of life's answers, because truly, he sort of does. He loves with his whole heart, he's kind, he's consistent, and he's loyal. We could all learn a thing or two from Max. I'll say it again, I love this dog. He's the king in this queendom.