He was everything we didn’t want: He barked. He shed. He ran away at every opportunity. He nipped at small children. He pooped in my best shoes. And worst of all, He was a He.
But, it was love at first sight. At least for him. It would take a little while for us. When we adopted him twelve years ago, we had no idea our first-born would be so perfectly imperfect. We decided that such a storied dog needed a regal name in hopes that it may elevate his demeanor, at least on paper.
Sir Maxwell of Brookhaven was crowned
About a week after we brought Sir Maxwell home, we found out we would be welcoming our first human baby into the world. Gulp. We had about 8 months to train the hairy child and get ready for baby at the same time.
Before our baby arrived, we were honestly worried that we could not love her as much as we did Sir Maxwell.
A Motley Crew, Indeed
Sir Maxwell of Brookhaven was one odd dog. He did not believe he was a dog. He sat like a human on the living room couch waiting for a scotch to be served. He even insisted on eating dinner when we did. Us at the table, him at his bowl next to the table. He slept in our bed, under the covers, at my feet. During the night, he would migrate north and I would wake up each morning with his head on the pillow next to me, body under the sheets, and dog breath in my face. Heaven.
The Nightgown Incident
One night, we all went to bed as usual. Sir Maxwell must have felt extra needy. As he shimmied up, he unknowingly worked his way inside my nightgown. When we woke up, his head was up OUT of the neck of my nightgown – with me in it too. When we realized our dilemma, we panicked which resulted in a few scratches and then a lot of laughs.
And then there was Sapphire
When we still lived in Atlanta, we decided to celebrate Sir Maxwell’s adoption birthday and invited friends, doggies and babies to our house for a party. His first (and last guest through the front door) was Count Raoul’s beloved Sapphire. Maxwell immediately greeted this innocent pooch with a bite to the ear as the Count picked up his pooch in horror. The guest of honor hung from Sapphire’s ear for what seemed like eternity. “It’s my party and I’ll draw blood if I want to…”
Dog Years = Human years x 7
Over the years, Sir Maxwell mellowed (a bit) and the children grew. We were a family of five. Every Christmas card included our beloved Square Peg dog – usually in costume and not happy about it. Our Square Peg Dog Fit our Square Peg Family and we were so happy he “chose” us that fateful day.
Last month, we had to say goodbye to our first born. It was heart wrenching for the whole family – all four grandparents included. As we fed him his last meal of pizza and m&ms, we knew he lived a full life. In our hearts, that perfectly imperfect dog was just plain perfect and we will miss him always.
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