Maxx

Making a House a Home…

It took many months for us to move beyond the passing of our first Golden. Retirement allowed us to launch ourselves into a flurry of travel and boating. The years passed and so did our boat and travel trailer, sold finally with some regret.

We settled into the activities provided in our Sun City community, but we knew something was missing. Not that over the years we hadn’t talked about getting another dog. We even went to the shelters and came home brokenhearted. Then, as fate would have it, we saw an article about rescued Goldens.

Your Winter has become our Maxx — named after the first Max and looking so very much like him. But we can detect some differences. Our new boy has some issues that make us sad. Someone has taken the playfulness out of him. But we are seniors and it has proven to be a good fit. He is quiet. He never chews or messes. He is gentle with children, grown-ups and small dogs. But he can hold his own with his rambunctious friend down the street.

He has bonded with us and we with him. He is always underfoot. We must be careful now where we step. While his toys remain unplayed with (not that we haven’t tried), on occasion he appears before us with a ball in his mouth. His soft brown eyes sparkle, his tail sweeps through the air like a sultan’s fan. We get all excited and praise him, while knowing he is only doing it to please us and get attention. We then play his version of keep away for a minute or so, and then it is over. But it is enough to make us all happy.

Our house has become a home again because Maxx lives here.

Laura Williams