Age: 17 Years Sex: Male
Leave a bone for Max
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May 17th 1999
Max loves being with his mommy and daddy more than anything.
Max hates rude people who stick their fingers in his face and small children who run and scream. He also hates being called "cute".
Max enjoys all his toys but he does have one special vinyl soccer ball that he is very attached to.
Max loves his carbs--bread, french fries, mashed potatoes, potato chips, crackers, etc.
Max's best tricks are his service dog skills. He can pick a dime up off the floor and hand it to me. He can also roll over, play dead, shake hands, sit, beg, give kisses, and retrieve.
It was a very rainy night when I met Max. The sky had opened the way it only can in November and sheets of rain obscured everything beyond the door or windows. The man who was driving Max from his rescue home in Florida to our house in Massachusetts was late, having run into some snow in Albany. It was 3:30 in the morning when we finally heard a knock on the door.
I rushed to answer it and saw a large man holding a small, wet, black dog. I invited the man in out of the rain and took Max from his arms. I grabbed a towel and began to dry him with it, admiring his prick ears, foxy face, and broad chest. He didn't even have the stub of a tail, just a fuzzy little backside. Max was a gorgeous Schipperke, full of all the traits that a dog of that breed should have--including the most intelligent looking maple syrup brown eyes. He stretched his head out and I scratched his chin.
He fixed me with those brown eyes full of a look that said, "I think I'm going to like it here."
Just before getting Max, I was diagnosed with a serious heart condition and wound up virtually bedridden by dizzy spells. Max would follow me through the house on my way from my bedroom to the bathroom. On one of these trips through the kitchen, Max did something unusual. He started pushing at the backs of my knees with his nose. I had no idea what was wrong, so I turned around to take a look at him. He barked twice and then put his feet up on my legs. I still had no idea what was wrong with him, so I bent down to take a better look at him. I was worried that he wasn't feeling well. I knelt down to see what would cause him to act that way. As I reached for him, thinking I would give him a once-over to make sure he was ok, the world went flat and I became so dizzy that I had to lay down on the floor.
Max immediately laid across my back. I wasn't sure what Max was thinking and I wasn't sure I wanted him on me when I wasn't feeling well, so I tried to shoo him off but he held on tight. I couldn't tell if he was taking advantage of me because I was lying on the floor or if he was actually worried because I had gone down with a thump.
I had to think that it looked pretty silly for a grown woman to be held down on the floor by a dog who is 23" from nose to where his tail would be if he had one. I decided that I was too tired to fight him off just then, so I would just wait for the dizzy spell to pass and then deal with him.
When I was ready to get up, I shoved Max off and began to get up. Max was quite displeased with this course of action on my part and began to bark again. I told him that he needed to stop barking right as the next dizzy spell hit and I wound up back on the floor. As Max lay across me again, I began to wonder if he was trying to help with the dizzy spells. I wasn't even sure that it was possible for him to do that as I had been told by several doctors that it was something that there was no way to predict or prevent and I had to learn to live with them.
The dizzy spell passed and I waited to see what Max would do. To my surprise, it was no longer than about 15 seconds before he slid off me, and trotted across the floor to get a drink. This time when I began to get up off the floor, Max just began to follow me, the way he always did, wanting to be by my side but no bumping into me or barking.
It didn't take me long to figure out that Max was really warning me. Over the following weeks, he alerted each and every time that I had a dizzy spell with enough time for me to sit down before they would strike and would then keep his eye on me until he knew it was safe for me to get up again.
I started training him from that point on to be my cardiac medical alert dog. He now goes everywhere I do. Even though I now have a mobility scooter (that he loves to ride on) and it is less likely that I will fall, he still does a lot of work for me incuding retrieving dropped items that I can't reach from the scooter.
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