Max, you have come so far. Just a second ago you were sitting in my lap as I sat at my computer. Still and comfortable, very different than two weeks ago. Today you actually played with Caprice and Canon. You and Caprice did your little play bows, wagging your tails. Canon let you tear after him as he ran across the backyard. It all feels wonderful.
Your personality is showing. You wrangled a bag of tortillas from the kitchen counter. You bark in the backyard and follow the other two. You leave my side once in awhile to explore. Nancy suggested I move your crate in the bedroom so you can feel part of the pack.
Then reality hit. Someone has talked to Kathy about you. She has questions. Are you good with children? Other dogs? What you're good with is us! It breaks my heart to think of you leaving us. What will you think if you change homes yet another time? I know dogs adjust to the situation, but I can't get past that.
My nose is itchy after having you on my lap. Am I allergic to you? It's possible. Do I care? I don't know. I know that I love you. Do I love you enough to give you to a better home? Yes. Will I ever think there is a better home? I don't know.
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