After about six months living in our new place, Drew and I decided it was time for an addition. This Valentine's Day, I received a bouquet of flowers and box of chocolate, along with a stuffed Snoopy and a Snoopy valentine's card in which Drew wrote, "ready to get your own Snoopy?" Last weekend we went to the animal shelter to pick out the scruffiest, cutest homeless doggie we could find. His name was A3264205. We thought "Max" would be easier to remember. He's a 4-year-old schnauzer terrier mix who weighs about 25 lbs. Max's history is unknown, so we're still learning about his personality, but one thing is for sure: he loves to cuddle! He snuggles up on the couch to watch TV, and he was great around the niece and nephew. Max isn't a big fan of dog food or dog treats or even dog toys, but we recently found out he loves all kinds of cheese. We'll have to use that sparingly as it's not the healthiest treat for training. I'm sure with a little guidance and love he'll learn how to be a dog.
He's already proven himself to be a little Houdini. On his first day home, I put up his dog fence to partition him into a section of the house, and I left classical music on the TV to keep him calm while I ran to the store to get groceries. When I got home, he greeted me at the door. His dog gate was still locked and the TV channel had been changed to a PBS documentary. In addition to disliking classical music, we also discovered on his walk this evening that he strongly dislikes skateboards.
Max seems to be adjusting just fine to his new home, his new family, and his new name.
