Likes: Playing with the neighborhood dogs; squeaky toys; weekends; looking out the window
Pet-Peeves: Getting a bath; the vaccuum cleaner
Favorite Toy: His squeaky basketball; any tennis ball; the green rubber mint scented ball
Favorite Food: Cheese, peanut butter, pig ears.
Favorite Walk: To the dog park (before mean neighbors rallied to close it down); to Toby and Adam's
Best Tricks: High five!
Arrival Story: Max was scheduled to be euthanized at a pound in West Virginia. Castaway Critters Rescue saved him and placed him in foster care, which is where I found him.
Bio: Max of course won my heart the minute I laid eyes on him. His Daddy, however, never had a dog, nor had he even been around dogs. To say the least, Daddy was very intimidated. Max worked his puppy magic, and now I see a new Daddy - Max has a gift of bringing out the best in people! Daddy was the one who broke first with the "no sleeping in the bed" rule (lasted about 1 week). Daddy randomly emails me at work to say he misses Max. And his Daddy has realized what the rest of us dog lovers have known all along - dogs are more than a "pet"; they are a way of life, a necessary part of any family!
I had been searching for a dog for what felt like forever. I just bought a new house with my boyfriend, and was excited to finally be able to get a dog. I was just graduating law school and had started studying for the bar exam, so I managed to wait. Once I was finished with the bar exam, however, I became obsessed, looking at every website for rescue dogs I could find. Then one day I saw Maximus' picture - he was this little black furred kid with a big white chest. I filled out an application and within two hours, my mom called to say "you're getting a puppy tonight." Castaway Critters, the rescue who saved Max, had already processed my application and was calling my references. True to mom's word, I was driving to pick up Max on April 7, 2006. I was terrified! I grew up with dogs, but never really raised a puppy on my own.
I saw Max as soon as I pulled up. He was playing with all the other puppies, and really didn't pay any attention to any human around him. I packed him up in my car, and he whimpered and cried the whole way home. It was such a hard day for Max; he had been moved from a different foster home that same day and was now separated from his brother for the first time. My heart broke for him, but I knew he would have a great life with us.
I tried doing all the things you read about - put him in the crate in your bedroom, let him cry, take him outside to pee all the time, etc. etc. etc. It was hard! By the next morning, Max was weezing and hacking. I brought him to the vet who diagnosed him with kennel cough, and put him on doggie isolation - he wasn't allowed to meet any of his neighbors until he kicked his cough. I took him home for his first bath, which he hated.
Over the next days, I realized a couple of things about Max: he hates his crate; he hates being alone; he isn't a cuddler; he is very smart; he isn't crazed about food; and he loves to sit on your lap and press his toys onto you as he chews it. I realized something about myself too: I 100% unconditionally love this dog, more than I have loved a dog before. Max really has done a number on me.
By May, Max had fully integrated into his new home. He sleeps with us, he has learned who is the real boss (Mom) and who he can sucker into getting anything he wants (Dad), he met all his new friends and family, and he started Puppy Kindgarten.