Max is home!

After 11 days of living with us and certain people in this family starting to get attached and others starting to panic, the dog is safely home.  I think the reason it took so long was because I failed to post pictures of him at the pound.  I had called and they wrote out a description and posted it on the wall, but I thought he was a boxer mix and he isn't. Instead, I posted several places on the internet.  The dear gal that contacted me through petharbor.com didn't look at the boxer post at first. But since one of her little dogs had gotten out the day before and ran over, she was determined to find Max.  My kids named him Max.  The two little dogs that Max was found walking with that day ended up at a local restaurant that coincidentally employs the neighbor of the dog owners. She called the owner who came to pick up the dogs, but of course, Max had vanished.  When she came to see if it was him, the reunion was so sweet.  He clearly missed her and I was so happy that he was with his Mommy.  And another thing,  I couldn't believe it when she called him Max. The kids have been calling him that all week! They tried all kinds of names and he responded to that one the best, so it stuck. Funny.

Whew!