Max

Max really tried my sanity. Max is a 9 year old male yellow lab with severe separation anxiety. I ended up fostering him because I had the ability to bring him to work where he could stay safe in a kennel run instead of destroying a house. This meant unless I left him at work I could not go anywhere unless another family member was willing to watch Max. I had him for a little over a month.

Max was a very sweet, mellow boy as long as you were around. He was fully house trained, had a healthy appetite, and knew sit and come very well. Ben and Max were two grumpy old men, they each had their spots in the family room and as long as neither of them got in the other's space they were friends.

Max was unable to be crated as he bent a wire crate out of shape to escape in his first foster. I left him alone in my car in a crate for 10 minutes and he gave himself a huge hot spot on his side. Luckily he did okay at work in a kennel run and just barked and drooled a lot.

Max was given up with his 7 year old black lab friend, Chloe, who I couldn't foster because she didn't like Ben and I have a two dog limit.

Fortunately this story ends beautifully! Max and Chloe ended up getting adopted together by a couple in central Washington. The man is retired and the woman can take dogs to work with her. They even have an outdoor kennel run where Max and Chloe peacefully hang out when their owners have to leave. There really is the perfect home out there for every dog.