Yesterday afternoon, we adopted a nine-year-old mix named Max. He's my first dog. I had told Matt that I would get him a dog for Christmas, but we had never gone to look for one. One day, I was browsing a site I follow in New York and they mentioned a new facebook site called susie's senior dogs. The point of the page is to find homes for older dogs. Matt and I had already decided that we didn't want a puppy, but I wasn't thinking much of it when I clicked over. The dogs weren't sorted or anything, they were just posted on the page one at a time, and they were from all over America. The very top dog? Max. Virginia Beach. It's funny how things fall into place. So, we made sure he was good with cats, and went to see him.
He's the sweetest thing. He's mild mannered, but playful, and when he hasn't seen you for awhile (a shower counts) he grins at you (which is sorta like showing you his teeth, but with his tail wagging like crazy). All of the pictures I have are really subdued because the ones where he was jumping around were all blurry. He likes our yard, isn't afraid of or mean to Tater (who still gets all fluffy when they're close to each other, but is handling it all very well), and is eating and drinking well. Last night we had plans to have him sleep in the laundry room, but he was being so good that we let him sleep on the couch. Our kitty on one couch and our new dog on the other. So stinking cute. This morning (seven minutes before Matt's alarm was set to go off) he came into our room, smiling, and rubbing himself with my hand. He's the sweetest. Obviously, it hasn't been long enough for him to be completely settled in, but he had free rein and didn't have an accident or chew anything up. The only "problem" has been that he wants to eat Tater's food along with his own, but he's easily corrected. Looking forward to getting off work so we can take him on his first walk around the neighborhood!