My dog, Max, is a golden retriever. He has kind of wavy hair on his back. His hair is a light-yellowish color. He also has beautiful brown eyes. Max weighs eighty-four pounds and he’s four years old. Max is very friendly with people and with other dogs.
The way we got Max was at the Manistee county fair. Around ware the horse’s part at the fair was a lady that was selling her puppies. I got so excited that I asked my mom is I could get one. When I ran up to her and her dogs I saw one that I adored. He was a white color and he was the one I wanted. That dog I liked was Max. He was so cute. He had beautiful white hair. I bent down on my knees and held him in my arms. My mom thought he was a cutie. I asked my mom if I could get him but she said," I’ll think about it. " I keep thinking about what I should name him on the way back home. I mentioned air bud but that was an over board joke. My mom said how about Max? The family had agreed.
It was about a week before I got Max. The day I got Max was when my babysitter Deana had brought her dog over and started to teach me how to take care of a dog. Then coming down the road was my moms’ car. When they hoped out I saw what I wanted to see. It was Max! I was so glad. I wanted to hold him and hold him and I did. I saw he was scared so we took him inside the house and he got used to it eventually. The first night he stayed he cried. I took a blanket and put it down by his cage and took him out of the cage and he laid there with me on the blanket. After that he was fine.
As years went bye we had moved into our new house. I had found out out ways Max communicates. Like when he rolls over he wants to get his belly rubbed. Or when he sits and stairs in our window and whines he wants to come in the house. Also when he whines and is looking at my food he wants it. I’m glad Max is in our family. I love max a ton and I wish he could live forever.
