When I turned 15 my parents wouldn’t let me date. I was acting pretty pitiful. I told them over and over that by the time I hit the market at the late age of 16 all of my prospects would dry up. My theory was that those senior boys only wanted young freshman meat. Now that I have girls, I cringe at the thought. Little did I know Prince Charming was right under my nose and I just needed to be patient.
Anyway, their answer to my happiness was another sort of man… A shih tzu puppy. I named him Maxwell Brutus Beefcake after Brutus the Barber Beefcake. I know. I’m such a dork.
It’s 20 years later and my mother decided she was missing a man in her life. She went to see a local breeder. It looks like my Max was cloned. Apparently she was worried about her old age and just decided that Max is a name she would remember.