OFFICIAL UPDATE: MAX HAS NOW BEEN HERE LONG ENOUGH TO HAVE OPINIONS ABOUT RHODE ISLAND’S SEASONAL TRANSITIONS.
Max has officially stopped measuring his shelter stay in days.
He measures it in weather.
When Max’s intake photos were taken, there was snow on the ground.
Then the snow melted.
Spring arrived.
Summer showed up.
At this point, Max could probably fill in for the local meteorologist.
“Tomorrow we’re looking at partly cloudy skies, a light breeze from the southwest and apparently STILL NO FAMILY FOR ME. Back to you, Frank.”
Which is particularly confusing because Max is basically the dog people describe when they tell us what they want.
Playful? Yes.
Affectionate? Absolutely.
Great personality? An unreasonable amount.
Other dogs? PLEASE. Max loves them and would be thrilled to have a canine roommate available for wrestling, exploring and other important dog business.
And somehow, Max has absolutely no idea he’s been overlooked.
He wakes up happy. He makes friends. He watches people come through the doors and remains completely convinced that eventually one of them is going to say: “Oh. THERE you are.”
And that’s the part that gets us.
Because Max keeps expecting his turn.
We would really like him to be right.
Max is neutered, up to date on vaccinations and officially ready to resign from his position as one of The Heart of RI’s longest serving weather correspondents.
His next career should involve a couch, a backyard, another dog if possible, and one family who cannot believe everyone else somehow missed him.
Please share Max’s story. We cannot let this man make it to his winter forecast.