Growing up, we always had a dog. Purpee, Scooby, Milkbone and Penny – to name a few. I love dogs, but did NOT love everything that came along with them! Haley, is an animal lover. She always attracts the strays – in animals and friends. If there was an animal within 20 miles, she felt the need to rescue it. I did not, however, share her enthusiasm – until one day in June, 2008.
It was summer and I was working. Haley called me to ask if we could go to the Humane Society to walk dogs when I got home and I initially said no. But then I began to feel guilty. It was summer vacation and they were stuck at home all day and really, what could it hurt? Besides, it would be good for them to volunteer and it was cheap (free) entertainment – or so I thought!
There he was – Max – the little white fur ball, prancing around, saying hello to everyone – with fur and without. He had only been there one day and how could you NOT fall in love with this face?
I was sold but there was a big hurdle to get over before we could take him home – Dad! “Operation Convince Dad” was in full swing – Plan A – get the baby girl (then 9) to call Daddy. It wasn’t easy, but I think even Corey had to admit he was pretty darn loveable. Success! Two days later, we brought him home.
I used to have an attitude about rescue animals. I mean after all, there had to be a reason their owner didn’t want them, right? We were told a man turned him in for his daughter because she was moving and couldn’t keep him, but I think that was a big, fat lie. When we first met him, he refused to use the stairs – he would just stand there and shake. He got over that quickly but he is still afraid of the broom and vacuum – even after 4 years. It makes me wonder and breaks my heart a little too. How anyone could hurt him is beyond my understanding.
I can’t imagine life without Max and it doesn’t hurt that he loves his mama the best. Now, if only I could get him to help out around the house. It’s official, he really is just one of the kids!
