Maxwell Mart Mullens is a cat. No, Max is not a cat. I was given permission to get a cat but the cats all looked, ugly. I just didn't find one I wanted. In the back of the pet shop one puppy out of many was clawing at the glass. How much is the puppy in the window the one with the waggyedy tail.....anyway, he was just so cute and tiny. He licked my face with that puppy breath. I breathed it in, and all the sadness of being newly married, living in an apartment I hated, seemed to end. I could live again with the puppy and be happy. There was only one small problem. No dogs allowed.
I brought him home anyway. I cringed at the reaction I was sure my husband would have. Wondering if I would keep my puppy. He arrived home expecting a cat. His look of love and shock, YOU GOT ME A ROTWEILER. Ummm uh sure, umm not. Obviously my husband didn't know his dogs that well. Max a dachshund mix was about the furthest a dog could get from being a rotweiler. It didn't seem to matter, Max was mine to stay.
We moved out of that horrible apartment with bugs, poop coming from the bathroom upstairs into my bathtub. Max made my life better, and the love he would give was by far worth losing our deposit, the time, the money and the energy.
