Saturday, May 14, 2005
Max and Avery
Max was our first baby. We moved into our new condo about 2 1/2 months after we were married and the next day we went up to Birch Run to meet the breeder. We came home with our Max and now I can't imagine my life without him. He's my little shadow, a mamma's boy, who is maybe a little too coddled and a little too in love, but I'm his and he makes sure I know it. When we found Avery two years later and brought her home, Max was devastated. The first day, he huddled behind the couch and frothed at the mouth in terror and confusion. I think he knew exactly what we were getting ourselves into, while we only saw a little bundle of fur and love in Avery.
Avery was named after a feisty little hockey player and boy has she lived up to her name. She's more than feisty. She's defiant and stubborn and selective and indifferent. She's more like a cat than a dog and we cherish the moments, however few and far between, that she allows us to cuddle her and be sweet. She doesn't have time for it, there is too much trouble to get into and it's too much fun spending her days harassing Max. But. She has a little secret. This little devil turns into an angel of mush at night time. She must be with you and must be loved. In fact, she demands it.
We've both grown up with dogs in our lives and we can't wait to share with Maggie and Audrey the joys of being loved by a dog. I know that it will take some adjustment for the dogs to get used to our beans (especially Maximus), but I have a feeling that Max and Avery will fall in love as quickly as we have.