This is a love story, not a romance…
Seventeen years ago on a girls’ road trip in college, I feel head over heels for a leggy, shaggy-haired ginger boy. I giggled while I snuck him into my hotel room, and we slept on the floor that night so we wouldn’t wreck the bed.
Today, we had to say our last goodbye. Anybody who loves a dog knows it’s always only a HFN, never a HEA. It always ends in heartbreak.
Max took care of us as much as we took care of him. There’s lots of tears at Haughton House tonight as he’s inducted into the Very Good Dog Hall of Fame and joins the two Haughton Poodles and many sweet Haughton Mutts who went before.
Love you bunches, Mister Max.
P.S. I hope your silver BFF welcomed you with a really big bowl of cheesy scrambled eggs. Y’all don’t have too much fun without us. 💖🌈🐾
P.P.S. Actually, go ahead and have a lot of fun without us. You deserve it. We never deserved you and your incredible heart.