Cute of the Day: The cutest, most puppy-like, most teddy-bear-like large dog that ever lived. Max The Bear[Dog].
{ A Day in the Life } Coming Home to Max the Bear[Dog]
A few weeks ago, Husby left the door open to the house when he came up the hill to help me with three stores-worth of groceries, and Maxey came upstairs to the driveway (we live on the bottom floor of a house nestled into a mountainside). He noted our next door neighbor–who will be forever-named “Uncle Neighbor” on account of never learning his name since we’re both Filipino–A simple “Hi, Uncle” is respect enough–and immediately charged him, his nub of a tail buzzing back and forth furiously. Sometimes I look at his tail wagging and think that, if one were to go close enough to the nubby, she’d hear a faint thrum like that of a hummingbird or bee’s wings. When Nate successfully removed our dog from our neighbor, Max finally noticed me, bum rushed in my direction and ran full into my leg. Thankfully, I had my arms full of grocery bags, so there was no danger of injury or anything. 
Max likes to wait for me in the hallway when I come home. It’s the best thing to come home to, next to my awesome Husby.
Maxey often greets me in this fashion when I get home. The moment the key turns the deadbolt from the outer door, I know the big bear-like dog has roused himself from whatever lying position he was in in the guest bedroom or hallway, or from a “shrimp-y” position, curled up at Nate’s feet under the dining room table, trots to the our foyer at the bottom of the entryway stairs, awaiting my arrival on our charcoal grey pop corn rug. I open our inner door, and more often than not, Little Bear is seated there, twisting his head cutely to the side like a puppy, ready to charge up the stairs for an affection attack and a proper, satisfying Butt Scratch. The first five minutes of my time at home in the evening are spent squealing in painfully high-pitched tones, cooing and dancing around with my son-dog, a much needed burst of happiness and delight before I embark into the monotony of household drudgery and house-wifering. Sometimes I wonder if my husband feels neglected, when all I do is spare a quick, “hi, muffin!” down the hallway while I play with Bear and unload my arms of their burdens.
Beginning to think I ought to work on my home greetings to somehow include both of the males in my life.
Sending you thoughts of love, happiness and beauty. May your life be filled with happy and loving moments.
Me ke aloha ~ With love, Xx
Mae
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