I've been holding this off for a while so I have more of a 'story'.
This is Max, he's my world.
Six weeks ago tonight, I was on the way to Derby to 'see' this little guy.
I had been offered a Pug, which is the dog I've always wanted but the little chap found a home before I could get in serious contact with his previous owner. Distraught, I instantly started scouring ad's from up and down the country desperate to replace the cat I had who died three years ago. Even though we have all the other pets, none have been as good as Tom and so I've been amazingly empty without him, my mum agreed to me having a dog.
So, when I came across the advert for him, I fell in love and insisted my mum called about him. It turned out that he had gone but the initial owner gave us the number of the people he was with because they were going to have him destroyed after he had bitten their son. When my parents talked to the people at his 'halfway house' we found out that he'd been hit all his life and hadn't had a single bath (He's a Shih Tzu so needs cutting and bathing). When I saw the little ball of fur trundle through I knew I had to help him and maybe it sounds stupid but I felt like I finally had a purpose.
6 weeks on and he's a different dog altogether and I'm a different person. We get up early to walk and I'm finally settled into a healthy routine. For the first time in my life I feel good and I owe it to my little hairy bear.
/cool story bro.