Monday, May 21, 2012

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 need to cuddle 24/7, won me over.  He loves to be outside, and when he runs around in a grassy fields, it looks like some cute commercial for dog treats or toilet paper.  He's super soft, sneezes when he's excited, loves to be groomed and the smartest little dog ever.  Did I mention he never barks and is extremely obedient!?  I just love my Max.
One thing he has been teaching me is patience.  I'm not very patient.  If I tell you once, I hope you heard it.  If I tell you twice, that's okay, I'll repeat it.  If I have to tell you a third time, I'll probably go bat shit crazy and lose my cool.  So Max, as obedient as he is, still has a tendency to do things on his own time.  I noticed my initial reaction was to always rush him.  If you know me well, you now that I use every minute of my time in the most efficient way feasible.  With Max, this is impossible, especially when we are out walking and he has to smell all 500 grassy patches we walk by.  It's like stopping every 10 steps, to sniff out an area for approximately 30 seconds, until I finally give him a small tug, and he uses all his might to stay there to sniff it out more.  GAH!  Or when he has to go poo.  JUST POOP ALREADY!  But no, Max tells me to enjoy outside, get some fresh air, and let him do his business on his own time.  I mean, who wants to be rushed to go poop?  This comes back to me being selfish, wanting it all on MY time and always being in control.  Is it bad to say that maybe having a dog might be a good precursor to a boyfriend/husband or a baby?  Just saying.

Some pictures and two videos after he pees.  Most dogs bury their pee, but Max tears up the earth, sometimes missing his spot by 3-4 feet.  It cracks me up every time.



Groomed and looking good!

Sometimes when he lays down, he leaves his leg up.... so funny!

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I wish this video didn't have my gym card covering it... woops!





4 comments:

Brittany @ Pro-Soup Propaganda said...

Oh, my gosh, he is hilarious! I'm happy for you that you finally got the perfect dog! What a cutie! What will he do while you're working during the day?

Nicholle said...

He comes to work with me and hangs out in my office :) We try to get out every few hours to run around the block. He's definitely a runner. I take him for 4 mile jogs every other day!

Brittany @ Pro-Soup Propaganda said...

That's so awesome! What a cool little guy! Keep posting pictures of him! :o)

Alisa said...

Haha! If you're going to have a dog, he's a cute one to have (coming from a non-big-dog-person)!! Congrats! And yes...perhaps a good precurser to some other future relationships!