Max and Me
I'm not a dog person. Never have been. In the last 20 years or so, my natural reaction to dogs is to pull away. I'm allergic. So to have a dog in my house still shocks me. I'll be doing the dishes and see Max peak around the island in my kitchen, and I'm still surprised every time. The 16th marked our first month together. Just two days after I had him, I freaked out. I actually called my Mom, while having a mild panic attack, even crying, because I felt overwhelmed and anxious about what I had "gotten myself into". I felt like he was a ball and chain. What if I wanted to travel for months at a time? What if I forget to feed him? Do I have to take him everywhere? What if he gets sick and I can't afford to save him? I don't want to think about anybody else but ME ME ME! Selfish? Yes. True? Embarrassingly so. However, after one week, his cute floppy ears, silly looking under bite and his...