He’s a cool dog and everyone loves him. I appreciate that about him, he builds bridges where I probably could not. He makes everyone more comfortable when he’s around. He will bring you a tennis ball and play fetch or he will just sit next to you and take a nap. He’s just a great guy.
Max loves to be with his people. And since I work from home and all of his other people have to leave for work or school, he seems to have bonded with me the most. And that feels great. If I am doing laundry, he curls up next to me. I put a bean bag near my desk because he would just lay there on the floor and, well, that seemed uncomfortable. When I shower, he lays on the little carpet in the bathroom. He doesn’t go to bed until I do, no matter what, every night. He’s my bud.
He’s not a pure breed. He’s a rescue mutt. I have some idea of the breeds that may be in there, but I mostly call him ‘spare parts.’ And it’s a term of affection, because I happen to think his spare parts have come together perfectly and each one gives him a uniqueness I wouldn’t trade for any other dog.
He get’s pretty sad when I say ‘stay’ and leave without him, so he was easy to train into the car. I take him with me when I can. Mostly on short trips, as long as it’s not too hot or too cold for him in the car waiting. The nature of my life right now is pretty full of short trips, school, dance taxi, grocery store.
So quite frequently I whistle for him and say ‘Max, get in the car!”
This guy comes running, not walking, no hesitation, and jumps joyfully into the car. He hops up into the passenger seat and sits down. He looks over at me as if to say “Let’s do this.” He has absolutely no idea where we are going, but he loves to be with me, so he doesn’t care. He just doesn’t care. Never does he seem impatient to get there, or frustrated with the length of the drive. On the contrary, he actually loves the drive. Never does he criticize my chosen route. Never once has he objected to my speed or braking technique. Although once or twice a short stop has hurled him into the small compartment under the glovebox (sorry Max) he calmly gets back up on the passenger seat and behaves like it never happened. No trust issues, no ‘Pull this car over, you stink at driving, I am getting out.’ Even though there have been times I have taken him to places he doesn’t like (the vet), he trusts me and simply, consistently wants to go wherever I would take him.
Help me follow wherever you go. Enthusiastically. Help me run, not walk to get on board with your plan. Help me stop worrying about where we are going or how we are getting there or how long it might take. Help me just enjoy this ride with you. When you have to stop short or change directions suddenly, help me to know I can trust you always and not give it a second thought. Help me stop getting out of the car, thinking I could do it better. Help me know that even when you take me to places I don’t like, you have my best interests in mind. Please Lord, most of all, don’t let me drive on my own.
Proverbs 3:5-6 Trust in the LORD with all your heart And do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, And He will make your paths straight.
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