Meet Max, Ace’s new love:
He’s an American and English bulldog mix, about a month Ace’s junior, and they were inseparable all Valentine’s Day long. I thought I saw a hickey on her neck, but it was just some blood, probably from a loose tooth. Love can be rough, especially for two dogs whose ancestors were bred for wrasslin’.
Whether this flirtation disappears in the wag of a puppy’s tail, or, like ice plant, sprouts meaty tendrils that grow and spread until they choke the native vegetation, only time will tell. If I’ve learned one thing about dogs, it’s that they live in the moment, and savor every bite and dig as deeply as their little puppy hearts can feel.