Max came into my life before all of it. Before Serge, before babies... In the beginning it was just me and my boy. He's been everywhere. From Utah to New York City, back to Utah and now here in Pennsylvania. He loves the entire family, lets the kids pull on his ears, yank his tail and ride him like a horse but I know I'm still his favorite. He follows me from room to room, nosing into the bathroom when I seek three minutes to pee, sleeping next to the tub while I shower, keeping watch over me when I'm sick and parking his big ass in the middle of our bed at night. He's here now next to me, delivering periodic farts and snoring like a malfunctioning chainsaw. He's old but he's my baby. My very first baby. Happy 9th, buddy.