Same table, same dog.
One year ago, today God began something special for me. And I never knew it until two months after the fact. And his name is Max.
I had made up my mind after we lost our last dog – Kobe that I was done. The pain of the loss is so great, why put myself through that again. Yet, this home has never been without a dog. Dogs are one of God’s greatest tools to shape you into the person you should be.
So, once I started opening my heart to the idea of risking the heartbreak again, I started praying for Max. I had no idea what kind of Max or even that it would be Max. The name came early in the prayers. Then the breed. And then I started looking.
#2 daughter-in-law began searching and found a litter way south of us – 2 hours. There was one male left, no picture but it felt right.
We first met Max in the parking lot of a Dollar Store. He was trembling with fear from his first car ride away from his mother. I could see no inner action with other puppies due to the fear of the dreaded virus from his owner.
After a few minutes watching him in the grass and interacting with the poor frightened pup I decided I belonged to him and we made our long, long, puke filled trip home – poor Max.
Max – the perfect gift from God. I know it sounds so corny yet it’s the truth you will hear from many. EVERYONE loves Max. There’s just something about him. And for the first time I am the person for Max. We’ve always had dogs for the family, but Max was mine – and Farmer was more than fine with that considering we wouldn’t have had one if he had his way. Yet, Max has made his way into Farmer’s heart also.
I can look through my house and see where Max has been. There are teeth marks on the remote – seriously Max? The slider muntin will never be the same, a few picture frames have his “personality” added and my yard has an ever-changing landscape per his discretion.
He’s been a distraction when needed, a challenge for stretching, a companion to pour my heart out and a special soul to love.
I hope you all will have a Max in your life.
Thank you, God, for my perfect gift and the perfect time.
Happy Birthday Max. I wouldn’t change a thing about you . . . um well there is that chewing thing.
