the gold dog in a gold van

one of the first memories i have of my dog max is the evening we brought him home.  i was determined that he was mine.  as we drove home in our golden van, my dad got to hold him.  we couldn't decide what to name him, & then my dad suggested,
"how about max.  maxamillion, cost a million."

& so he became max.  we went to our family friend's house when we got home, but i was reluctant to allow any of their kids to play with him.  he was my puppy.  he was my beautiful, light gold, ball of joy.