The First Few Months
Here he is again just a week or so after coming home. The face is happier! He's smiling. He grew so fast. It seemed like a minute that he was a little cuddly bundle. Then he became a gangly teenager. I love that face! Who couldn't love that face? Those little freckles and sweet little puppy dog eyes. Max could not bark. He'd just make a hoarse, coughing sound. We'd play outside and he'd get all excited running around and doing his zoomies, but he just couldn't bark. We'd laugh and he just didn't know what we were laughing at. I had to teach him how to bark. It was the cutest thing. I'd bark at him and he'd cough at me and his tongue would lull out in a very goofy puppy smile. I swear he figured out real quick that I was teaching him something. We'd work on it every day and within no time, Max learned how to bark. Of course, I was so proud of him and praised him that he was sure he was supposed to bark more! My husband wasn't thrilled