Me and Julien are waiting at the front gates of the fair ground. He's only excited to see the puppy. I'm excited to see the puppy too, but I'm not too excited to be the one to explain to Julien how to actually care for the pup. Finally, my grandma arrives to pick us up. We have a 15 minute drive home and that entire 15 minutes I thought of how the heck I'm gonna get sleep with Julien and a puppy running through the house every morning at 8 am.
When we arrived home, my grandma said the puppy was in the living room. Julien and I took the pup outside and played with him out there. I told Julien that he needed to give the pup a name. "Oooh how about Killer, or Beast, oooh ooh or Lazer!" ,Julien said. I laughed and told him that those names didn't really fit the puppy. I mean, how could the puppy be a killer when he was currently running away from a butterfly? I suggested the name "Max" because he looked likes a Max and it's a simple name.
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"Reindeer Dog"
Non-FictionMax was a goofy, fun loving dog that also got on my nerves. Have a good laugh as you read about the goofball that changed my perspective on dogs, love, and just plain life.
