I’ve been a dog person all my life. Actually, I’ve always loved all animals. I even had a cat once. Her name was Mazzy, and she was great. Dogs though, speak my language. I see someone walking their dog down the street and I can’t help but smile, because I absolutely know that bond. I understand the love between the pup and the person. I owe this to the one and only, Max.
I got Max when he was 12 weeks old. I was in the Navy still, and stationed in San Diego, CA. I was living with a friend of mine and his wife at the time who were also dog lovers. They had a little Shiba Inu pup named Maya who was quite the handful. My roommates mentioned that I should get a dog so I could have a companion and Maya could have a friend. It caught me off guard when they mentioned it actually, but I quickly warmed up to the idea. Then it was time to research. I was leaning more towards Golden Retrievers, but was open to ideas. That’s when I discovered the world of Goldendoodles.
I was hooked. They seemed so silly, so kind and sweet, so smart, AND not huge shedders. SOLD! So I looked and looked every where I could to find my match. It took me a few months actually, but then, one day, there he was. I saw his puppy picture and it was, no joke, love at first sight. I contacted the nice lady who had him (Mrs. Zimmerman) and we talked. His name was originally Stanley actually. haha!
There was no question that Stanley was meant to be with me. So, we made the arrangements, he came home with me, I changed his name to Max, and the rest is history. He’s been an absolute miracle in my life. Because of him, I learned how to love again.
