ADVENTURE 5 | BE A PIT BULL ADVOCATE
Maxie was four-years-old when I adopted him and nothing like I had planned on actually bringing into my home. He was fearful of the world around him: he hated most men, was scared of children, hated all dogs with pointed ears (excluding his dear friend, Gus), became nervous of new holiday decorations, balloons, or furniture rearrangements, and very quickly expressed to me that he would not be the bomb-proof pit bull ambassador I was hoping I adopted.
I couldn’t bring him to work with me - he couldn’t play with the other dogs at daycare and would just incessantly bark in the office (a trait that I have never been able to break in the nine years that he’s called me his.
I had to be his personal body guard any time we left the house.
I lost my patience with his barking more times that I am willing to admit.
But what became very quickly apparent was that Maxie was my heart dog.