Maxwell Mart Mullens

Max and Nathan This post was empty, with just his name, my Maxwell Mart Mullens. The Mart is there because Max wasn't quite smart. Max was an amazing dog. It's been three years now since he was buried. He lies in puppy flats. I had just had my 5th child, he was still a newborn, we packed up to head to my parents house. Along the way Max got worse, he was no longer walking but he just seemed to collapse. Sigh, I can still see his body, bony from what it had once been, his hind end unable to listen and do what he wanted it to, he only lifted his head, but would not eat the ice cream. I knew then Max was losing his life, and I didn't know how much longer he would continue. I didn't want to put him down, and perhaps I should of just kept him one last night at my folks, but so much was happening and he wouldn't drink. I needed to care for my son. I have one last photo of Max with my boy. He held on long enough to meet you. And then he was gone.

1993-2009 RIP

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.