MAX, He Who Adores Me

Max is one of Daughter's dogs. He was adopted from an animal shelter when he was eight weeks old. While Daughter was busy with her life, Max and I bonded.

He is a well loved and well cared for pet. But, when he is with "Grandma" he is spoiled rotten. He must have memories of the days I held him on my shoulder, as that is where he tries to lay his 75 pound self whenever he is with me. He nibbles my ear. Only my left ear. He prefers the earring with the diamonds, not the cheap ones.

On one of the first nights after The Husband God Gave Me started working out of state, Max came to 'protect Grandma'. I let him sleep on THGGM's side of the bed. Max snored, kicked, wiggled, drooled and tried to slap the book out of my hand. When I turned out the light, in the darkness he gave my left ear a nibble. His breath smelled like Rolaides. He must have found one on the floor.

When people ask if I miss THGGM while he is gone, I always say 'yes' because it is true. But on that night, in the dark with my eyes closed, I hardly realized he was gone.

That was the only night Max stayed. One male who doesn't want me to read in bed at night is enough.