That’s my new dog, Maxx. I was thinking about changing it to something like Percival or Gimpmeister Sir-runs-into-a-lot-of-trees, but I didn’t want to confuse him. He’s maybe the sweetest dog I’ve ever met. Of course, I’m biased, just like most parents are of their own ugly, drooly children. Maxx doesn’t drool though. Seriously, he’s awesome.
The things boys are made of. I’m totally psyched about rescuing a dog this weekend. I hope it works out. I’ve been skirting the idea of a dog for a while; crazy, fat writer guys need dogs. Anyway, I was on some rescue sites when I found Maxx. He’s a cute as crap little