Greatest Max

This story is dedicated to all my friends at the animal shelter. May you all find love and a happy home soon. ~Max Sweet

Hello, my name is Max Sweet. My doctor guesses that I'm about 15 months old, but in human year's I'm between eight and nine year's old...so I'm going with nine. My Mom says she named me Max because I'm going to be her greatest dog ever. I keep asking, what do you mean “going to be?” Everyone I meet already says that I'm great!

Max's 1st visit to the Vet after being adopted. (age 5 months)

I came to live with Mom and Dad over a year ago after she saw me in the noisy, smelly place (Aggieland Humane Society animal shelter). I was just a pup then and I learned a lot from the older dogs in the smelly place. One thing we all had in common was that we wanted to leave. They taught me that the best way to leave was to have a human adopt us. I wasn't sure exactly what adoption meant, but I decided that I would follow their advice on how to be adopted. Their advice must have been good since within a couple of days, Mom and Dad came to visit and after striking my most adorable poses, they decided to take me home. I felt bad that day for the other dogs since most of them where pretty nice, but I barked them all good luck as I left and they all howled me well wishes.

I'm an only child, but I have met many of my human relatives, some living near and some living many naps away. I live in the twin city of Bryan/College Station, Texas in a great, big den (mom calls it our house) with many rooms. I have my own small den (that mom calls my kennel) where I sleep. We also have a different kind of den outside our house that moves around whenever dad sits behind the round wheel (mom and dad call it our camper van). I want to tell you my story about a big adventure I had in our moving den.

Handsome Max (age 16 months)

Maybe my stories are written mostly for all my dog friends out there since I know many of you will never get to go on the same kind of adventures I do. If some other animals enjoy my work then all the better. Who knows, maybe even a few humans will read my story too, even if it’s just to get an idea of how we fur folk see the world.

Just so you know, Mom calls our pack the Traveling Sweet Show and she calls our moving den Graycie. I'm not sure why our moving den has a name, but Mom is kinda funny that way. I really love her and she feeds me so I don't say anything. Read along to hear what I thought about this adventure! ~Max