Today, Max and I are writing outside. Shady trees. Cobblestone sidewalk. I’m sitting on the hearth of a great big fireplace.
I tell you, there’s just nothing sweeter than a clean, freshly groomed Shih Tzu. There’s a little orange ribbon over his right ear which is a little weird. It’s the groomer’s tribute to The Broncos. But still, he’s a boy dog with a bow in his hair. And that’s a little weird.
As if Max is short for Maxine. Maxine would definitely qualify as a great dog name. I always lean toward the names of women from my grandma’s generation. Bernice. Helen. Lois. Inez.
Maybe Max and I will become writing companions. He’ll sit with me and be affirming with his charm, and I will take him fun places with treats for dogs. We’ll be a team.
And I sincerely hope that ‘the writer with the dog’ is not the same as ‘the lady with the cats.’
Deep thoughts today, you can see.
My mom just got a golden doodle named Nancy. We also are fans of the dogs with hilarious “people names” from older generations.
Request a macho bandana next time for Max-they have a ton of them out. After eleven years, Mac had one for every holiday and ocassion. He was quite the well adorned Schnauzer.