Friday, December 28, 2007
This past week my husband and I celebrated our puppy boy Maxx's 12th anniversary with us. We picked up our Maxx twelve years ago on snowy December 23rd and we've been loving him more and more ever since. We fell in love with him as soon as we saw him. He was a golden fluffy little ball of fur that weighed six pounds, with adorable blue eyes, a cute pink little nose and a crooked little walk.
Our baby's first reaction walking into his new home was so amazing to me, because what I thought might be a little uncomfortable for him or maybe even a little scary, was totally the opposite. Maxx walked in, took one look around and wobbled over to the first object he saw, which happened to be a red kitchen floor mat. Immediately he started wrestling with the floor mat, biting it and fiercely snapping his head from side to side. We were so touched and tickled at the same time that we started laughing. It was so funny to see such a tiny little thing wrestling with a kitchen mat that was five times bigger than he was. We were still giggling at this sight when Maxx suddenly finished, looking so beautiful, out of breath and tired. Then he gathered himself, left the mat in a bunch and began exploring the rest of the house.
We were so happy that Maxx felt so comfortable in his new home.