Friday, August 31, 2007

Happy Birthday!

Max in his new backyard, August 2007

Today is Max's birthday. Yes, Max-the-dog, aka: Maximum Underfoot. We were teasing him this morning about having a 'senior moment' and realized that today the ol' boy turns 12. Gosh, it doesn't seem possible. He's been a handful (and if anyone out there ever thinks about getting a Yorkie, *do your research*, they are a handful and take a LOT of time!).

He was born on August 31, 1995. Came home January 1996. He has been quite a trooper, living with us. Not counting the day he came to live with us, he has moved four times. But, we have also lived in three different places while making those moves, other places that he could possibly have thought of as 'home' as we stayed more than just a couple of days (ranging from 2 weeks to 2.5 months). He also made the trip to Japan traveling with me on the plane, both ways. He was SO good.

He is not much bigger now than when we got him, so has stayed a perpetual puppy all these years. (These days he tops out at about 8 pounds, although he could lose a pound or so ... couldn't we all!) In fact, he answers to 'puppy' (among other things like "Jaws" and "Elvis" ... he has a really hilarious lip curl, cracks us up!). He's been companionship for me when Jeff was traveling ALL the time, and likes to sit in my lap while I stitch. Actually, he'd prefer I'd just pet him instead of stitching! He also likes to chase after toys, but not for long (short attention span!), and likes milk bones. But not to eat, he carries them around the house and 'buries' them, usually right in the middle of the floor. (smile) These days he is enjoying lazying in the sun and bossing his people around.

We are a bit concerned how he is going to react to the baby. He is a terrier, and quite possessive of me (does not share well!). Drew enjoyed him, but Drew was about 10 years old and very careful with Max when we got him. A baby, a toddler ... not going to happen. So, our best bet will be to keep a very careful eye on them and never, ever, leave them alone for even one minute. We have been working with Max, with me carrying around the baby carrier (with a couple of sacks of rice in it!). No dolls yet and frankly, I think he would be able tell the difference between a doll and a real baby.

We can't imagine our life without Max. But we also realize that he's slowing down a bit. A healthy, well cared for Yorkshire Terrier has a life expectancy of about 12-14 years, we've heard of Yorkies living 16 and even 18 years. We hope for that, for his sake ... and ours.

Happy Birthday ol' boy, we love you.

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