New Dog

The family recently fell into a new dog. We had been talking about getting one for sometime (ever since getting rid of that terribly annoying pygmy goat) but just hadn't done it yet. My brother called and said that a male Boxer needed a home because his owner is going away for a not so short stint in the penitentiary. His name is Max.

Side note: For those that know me; yes, my childhood friend is also named Max. The dogs name is in no way a result of some strange man crush with by best friend. Instead it is due to Max being 5 years old with the same owner and he simply knows his name. There will definitely be times that I refer to both as Max so I will make sure I clarify before getting to deep into the story.

He, the dog, is fully trained and an excellent pet. Max and I have also been very fortunate to experience The Boar Goat face to face on a number of walks. It is very eerie listening to a mystical creature make threatening sounds at you and your dog while the dog is trying to get a grasp on what type of creature is before him by sniffing in the fashion that dogs do.

Here he is: