Cole and Molly

Dear Max,

It's a good thing I go to the York College, because I'm picking up a lot of friends. I guess that is what college is for ? This morning I met Cole, a black sixteen year old lab. His mother did not think I would learn much from him because of his passive nature. He was a comfort, and relief to me, and calmed me down. Just his being himself was good enough for me.

An hour later I had a "play date" with Molly. Her mother told me right away that she was a "Diva". This was a new word to my floppy ears. We were unleashed on a gated base ball field. I wanted to be close to Molly, but she would not make eye contact with me. I ran laps around the diamond...."Look at me Molly". She ignored me.I ran in the opposite direction faster, faster. "Molly I'm over here check me out!" Nothing. I cantered down the middle of the field. "How about this?" Still no response. My mother looked quite puzzled.

Max, this female bitch wanted nothing to do with me today. But it's ok I do have another life that gives me purpose. Next month I will be taking a test so I will be an official therapy dog. I have been in training for five months. When I get my certificate will you join me for a wheat beer?

Tobes

Moshe

Dear Max,

I'm going crazy! I made another dog friend today, and his name is Moshe. He is a ....you guest it a Chihuahua mix. His father met my mother and I across the street from the York College. Moshe is very tiny, and he has no manners. I heard his father rescued him from a dog shelter. His father carried him across the street, because their were  many cars driving too fast. They almost caused an accident as people were rubber necking looking at the two of them. Michael is six feet and five inches tall, while Moshe weighs maybe five pounds after eating dinner. The two of them create a picture. Michael being the ornate frame, and Moshe on a peddle stool.

Walking, or trying to was a new experience. Moshe's leash extends fifteen feet in front of his father. I must walk next to my mother, because she is the boss.

 Towards the end of the walk Moshe's leash was reeled in and mine was relaxed so a compromise was made.



All you need is love.

Tobes

Henry

Dear Max,

My nephew Henry is a Puggle and lives in Philadelphia. It was about time he came and visited me. I was very excited to meet and greet him, and was a little crazy at first, because I just wanted to kiss him........all over. Check him out. You know dog to dog. I could tell he was wizer than me being a city dog, I know I will never become street wise, but we had a lot in common.Finally someone comes to my house with four legs! He loved my large soccer ball, and very quickly deflated it. But we could still eat grass and then vomit it up.

While our parents ate lunch on the porch we behaved very well. Max did you train him too? He did not pee or poop in the house. I do have two other nephews that live in Philadelphia and I heard they pee and poop in other peoples houses. One of the dogs flew on a plane with his mother to visit a new grand child. I heard he pooped and peed all over their rented house. My mother would have thrown those family members out in just a few hours.


I did manage to get on the table when no one was looking. I licked some cream cheese icing off a cake.