Max comes in like a lion

Feburary has come and gone and I haven't had much to say. Mostly because Feburary
1st we put to sleep our beloved 14-year-old Goofy, my sweet, undemanding girl I had brought from Arizona as a puppy.
A thin veil of sadness hung around all month and it made me feel silly, almost, to be so sad about a dog when the rest of the world has real problems.
But not only was it hard to say good-bye to my dear Goofy, it was hard to be the grown-up this time around. In the past, I 've always been the kid, never in charge of the big decision, and I was always sad, yes, but secretly planning for the new dog we were sure to get.
I wasn't prepared for how hard it would be. But what they say is true, as much as it hurts I would never give up the time I had loving my sweet Goofy.
As March begins we already have a new addition. A big, dopey, silly boy named Max that lays his big paw on me when I am sleeping in bed, just like Goofy did and has a loud, crazy yawn, just like Goofy did.
He makes us smile eveyday, even when he is eating things off the counter and chewing the ears off Angelina's stuffed animals.
It think it is fitting that spring is right around the corner. Time to shake of the doldrums and put our faces to the sun.