Wow! It feels like only yesterday when I went out in search of a dog to share my life with.
But there he was, frightened and lonely, staring out at me through the kennel at St. Hubert’s in Madison, NJ. The minute I saw him I knew he was the dog for me.
It was rough at first. Separation anxiety is a tough thing to work through, but with a lot of work and a few chewed up household items, Max (I always wanted a dog named Max), started to shine.
If you ask my friends, they’ll tell you we were inseparable right from the beginning. I quickly learned which friends were dog friendly and which were not, by who allowed me to come over with Max. Needless to say, it’s an interesting way to weed out your not-so-friendly friends.
Max was a year old when I adopted him and I have to say the past eleven years have been some of my best, in no small part due to having such a loving, happy hound to keep me company.
It’s amazing how so much of what I’ve done, and are doing in my life, wouldn’t have happened without him. Heck, I wouldn’t even have the Dog Files, let alone the documentaries I’m working on, if it wasn’t for him.
So happy 12th birthday, Maxie Moo! You are the best friend I could ever wish for. I can only hope that I come as close to what you were wishing for, when you saw me walk up to your kennel eleven years ago.
Kenn & Remy
A quick thanks to lifelong friend and spectacular photographer, Jeff Tisman, who was very gracious to spend some time capturing these incredible photographs for me. Please check out all his work at Jeff Tisman Photography. He’s a big time dog and wolf lover!