Meet Max?

When I was 21, I lived with one of my best friends, Amy. Hi Amy! We would often go to the local video rental store to pick up a movie and visit the clerk’s miniature dachshund - Chili Cheese. A few months after meeting Chili Cheese, we wandered into a upscale pet shop selling a AKC breed dachshund. He was the cutest thing ever and a few days later, with the encouragement of Amy, I was walking out of the store with Chewbacca (Chewie). The next year or so he wreaked havoc in our little Hillcrest cottage. Sorry Amy! Eventually, some neighbors left a note about him barking and Chewie went to live with my Mom and Dad and their 150lb German Shepherd, Jumbo.

A little over a year ago, Chewie became very sick and had to be euthanized. Chewie was a sweet puppy and stole my Mother’s heart. Him being ill and then passing was hard for her and she couldn’t even think of getting a new dog until recently. Just last week, though, she and my Dad put a deposit down on a new dachshund puppy who they will be able to bring home on July 22nd. She was convinced it was a sign the time was right when she learned the Mom of the litter was named Chloe, the name of my parents' first dog. She was further swayed by the name the breeder gave the puppy, Max. My great grandfather was named Max, my grandfather was named Max, my uncle is named Max, and my cousin is named Max. Obviously, it's a family name. Isn’t Puppy Max cute?!

My parents don’t know yet if they will rename him. The funny thing is, if I ever have a baby boy, I want to name him Max. J wasn’t sold on the name until he learned about the new puppy. Now he’s all for it. We’re both very excited at the prospect of teasing our son about being named after Grandma and Grandpa’s dog. Because that’s the kind of parents we’ll be.

After my ultrasound today, the doctor left up the image of my largest follicle. Before I left the room, I said hello to little Max or Frances. God I hope that Ovidrel shot worked.