By Monday night Max had finally made it to his new forever home – click here to read about the first part of this journey. Through the combined efforts of many people, numerous vehicles, lots of dollars and a lot of stress on folks, where is the first place Max goes to when he gets there? He sits right in front of the stove and watches dinner being made. Of course it might be the warmest place too, as there was snow on the ground and there might have been the smell of something cooking, so instead of exploring his new digs and meeting new family members, both K-9 and human, he just plopped right down and waited, for what I don’t know, maybe to be fed, maybe he still had his ranch instincts where if you didn’t get first dibbs, you missed out on the fixins. Whatever went through his thoughts at that time I am sure it was important, so now we leave him with those thoughts and hope he explores the rest of his new world soon. We are hoping it goes well.
