The story of Max begins October, 2021 when I saw this...
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The second I saw that little face I KNEW he was meant for me. I just knew it. It wasn't love at first sight. It was more than that. Soul mate at first sight would be more accurate. I told my husband about "Ethan" (what a God awful name.) And he agreed we could apply to adopt him.
Our little man had been rescued from a hoarding situation along with 11 other dogs. I had been looking for a miniature pinscher due to their small size and less anxious nature than other small dogs. There were three other families applying for Max, but I won out in the end. Of course I did. We were meant to be.
Two weeks later we were on our way to bring him home. He was living in a foster home and she was sad to see him go. I think she would have kept him if she didn't already have cats and dogs of her own. He was a rolly polly little pudge ball. Like a round "potato." His first nickname.
The first time I met Max at his foster Mom's house.
Poor guy was twice the size he was supposed to be. We kept our fingers crossed he wouldn't die before we could get his weight down. He breathed very heavily and had a hard time going up and down stairs. We also quickly learned that he was deathly afraid of wood floors. Uh oh. It's a common thing for dogs but nothing we had encountered before.
Max also had acid reflux. I'm not sure if he had throat damage from being so obese, but he still has to take a Prilosec every day or he throws up at night.
Our first days went smooth. Super smooth. He didn't know how to go for a walk and was scared of everything. But with love and patience all of that went away.
Coming Home!
We also learned that Max was not 3-5 years old like we had been told, but 6. I'm glad I didn't know that at the time however because I might have had second thoughts.
I made all of his own food feeling it would be healthier for him and better for his digestion. I took over his weight loss and eight months later he hit his goal weight.
The first time he slept like this we died laughing.
It's a breed trait. Most minpins do it.
It's a breed trait. Most minpins do it.
Lucky for us my mom (who lives close) also fell instantly in love with Max and he with her. She takes him out for car rides, buys him "pup burgers" and walks him at our local cemetery. She also watches him on those rare instances he can't come with us.
It didn't take long for Max to start coming everywhere with us. He loooooved car rides from the first moment we got him. It took him a bit to feel comfortable out in the wide world however. But the more we took him the more he loved it. Especially safe in his sling with me.
Snug in his sling.
How I carry him now. A special front facing backpack.
It requires less arm strength from me.
Max also quickly proved himself to be an excellent service animal. He lets me know when it's time to rest or when I'm tired when I don't notice it myself and am engrossed in something or pushing it. He'll nudge me or just go to bed and wait for me to join him. And if I'm not doing well and in bed he stays by my side (unless Dad's eating peanut butter.)
Max is the smartest dog we've ever had. He's quick to learn new things. He just wants to be with us all of the time no matter what we're up to.
Smart boy solving a treat puzzle.
His first "pupachino" to celebrate hitting his goal weight.
We can't imagine our lives without Max. He's the funniest, funnest little bundle. His personality is enormous and I feel so privileged to be able to share my life with him. Love and patience have led him to grow into his own sweet dog-hood. We all fee lucky to have Max to share our life with us. I only hope he lives forever.
My husband likes to make pictures in my Sunday coffee.
This one is Max.
He's road trip ready!
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