It was 11:00 as we pulled into a parking spot infront of the Petco that’s right by Target. I opened the door and got out of our gold Lexus and looked at the sign for the rescue tent. My eyes shifted downward and a yellow-black German Shepherd puppy caught my eye. I raced towards the tent and looked back to see my mom right behind me. “May I please go in the fence and play with the puppies?” I asked the lady behind a make-shift desk, “I’m thinking about adopting one.” The lady nodded her head and motioned to the metal gate.

I let myself in and sat down on the warm blacktop. The German Shepherd came over and sniffed my hand, and I put a hand on his head, then I looked around at the other dogs. One was on a leash with some one holding her, she had tons of energy and wanted to play with everything. There were two small dogs wondering around, and as I was about to look back down at the dog I was petting, when something caught my eye. A tiny two month old black lab mix puppy was hiding behind a plastic chair with his tail tucked between his small thin legs. He crept out from behind the chair and as I smiled at him, he made his way into my lap. I petted him lovingly and looked at my mom, she nodded and the lady behind the desk told me that he wouldn’t come out to anyone before me. I decided to adopt him and as my mom and dad were figuring out the paperwork, I introduced him to Cleo, our other dog, and my sister, Camille. He liked them both and they accepted him too.

Next we went into the Petco that was right there to get new puppy things for him. He couldn’t walk on the slippery tile, so I picked him up and he fell asleep in my arms as I walked around, picking out a new crate, bed, and bowl for him. When we were satisfied with the new toys and needed things that we had picked out, we paid and walked back out to the car. I let my new puppy take a potty break before I settled him on my lap for the short car-ride home.

Once we arrived at our house, I took him around the side and gave him a bath in the outdoor shower. After that I let him roam around and get used to his new yard, and tried to think of a name for him. My dad, mom, and sister came out to help me think. A little while later, my dad thought of a perfect name, Max. The rest of the family liked it too, so we tried it out and the name stuck.

Now he is three years old and loving his home and family.