Everyone thinks they have the best Dog- They're wrong.

Everyone thinks they have the best dog.

And I get it—people love their dogs. But in my case, I’m not just saying it. I know it.

My dog Max is a miniature Sheltie, and I’m telling you right now—he’s the best dog on earth.

He’s smart in a way that almost doesn’t make sense sometimes. You can talk to him, and he gets it. Not just commands, but tone, mood—everything. And his temperament? Perfect. Calm when he needs to be, playful when it’s time, and always paying attention.

But what really sets him apart is how he is with us.

Max lives to please me and my wife. That’s not an exaggeration. Everything he does is for us. He’s my best friend, and he’s my wife’s therapy dog whether anyone officially calls him that or not.

From day one, I told him, “Protect mama.”

And he took that seriously.

He watches over her in a way that’s hard to explain unless you’ve seen it. Always aware, always close by. There’s a loyalty there that you don’t question—you just feel it.

And every day when I come home from work, it’s the same thing.

They’re both at the door—my wife and Max—waiting on me. And it turns into this funny little competition for attention. I’ll lean in to kiss my wife, and Max starts barking like, “Alright, that’s enough of that—my turn.”

So I sit down, and I give him what he’s been waiting for all day. Attention. Pets. Just being there with him.

Because that’s his whole world.

He waits all day for that moment.

What makes it even crazier is where he came from.

Max is a rescue. Before we got him, he was abandoned—twice—in a hotel by people who didn’t deserve him in the first place. I don’t understand how someone could walk away from a dog like that, let alone him.

But that’s on them.

Their loss. Our gain.

Because somehow, he ended up exactly where he was supposed to be.

With us.