Introduction

Let me introduce myself.  My name is Max-a-million but you can call me Max. I have little idea of all the places I have been or even who my parents were.  I think I was born in the Carolina's and then "rescued" ( a fancy name for dumped).  That is how I came north. I got sick and needed some surgery to fix my stomach... and while I think I am wonderful and will love you more than you want me to, the rescue people did not think that was a great idea. Lucky for me they took me to a vet that thinks little guys should have a chance and they could see the love I had to give someone.  Maybe the person will need to be rescued and I will not abandoned them. In fact, I will not let them out of my sight.
So the vet rescued me from the rescue folks and cut my belly and fixed me up. I was living in a pen area of the vet for the past few months so I forgot a few things, like you are to tell someone you need to go out to poop or you don't poop on the dinning room floor.  I am smart and just need some help.
So yesterday July 8th. my friend Amy led me into a little viewing room and I met some folks.  The one, Georgiana, I met on Friday with her dog Jill.  She brought a friend with her and I played very hard to get so I got lots of treats.  The new person, Bonny, sat on the floor and I played hard to get and even got her with my mouth.  I did not want to be "rescued" if it meant another take me home, I have an issue and dump me.  It took a while but soon my bed and toys were in the car and we were on the road.  I like to go for rides and so I just sat and looked out the window and sat.  We picked up a crate which is just a fancy word for cage and then we were to Bonny's house.
I heard something about cats and I am familiar with them...but there were three of them.  I can't say any of them came running out with a welcome to the house present.  In fact the girl cat....who is called Bitchy Missy was exactly like that.  She and I had words... and posed at each other and she got my head with the tip of her claw.  I think it is better to be a lover than a fighter.  The one has very funny fur with a fluffy tail and socks.... strange but the most friendly and he will almost play with me. I wasn't too happy to share the big bed with him, but we did ok until he jumped back on the bed near me.  I told him to be careful but I went down on the floor and into my own bed....    The last one is big....BIG....BIGGER THAN ME.  He stands around and watches what I am doing and while I am a tenacious terrier (OK....not full Jack Russell...but a little dachshund), I think it is prudent that I not make him angry.    So, if home is where your bed is.... I must be home.... and time to just chill out and watch the birds....