During the last year, I’ve been on a self -imposed sabbatical from people. The last post explains why, but briefly, I was just too tired to want to add hosting to my responsibilities. Max was enough for me. This meant that it was me, Max and the cats most of the time. At my brother’s house, it was me and Max and two very small dogs.
Max loves animals and in response, animals tend to love him. Max and Jeff’s dogs (large rats) would rub snout/head all the time. The neighbor’s puppy, a Dalmatian plays gently with Max because Max plays gently right back. Max doesn’t fear animals at all. If I were a novelist, I’d go into beautiful description about how his affinity with animals is directly tied to his gentle and loving spirit and while that might be true, it is also a result of playmates of the quadruped variety because his mother was too damn tired to join a play group and he had literally NEVER played with other kids.
When we went to California, he had a play date with my SIL, Meghan’s niece and nephew. It was here that I saw the problem.
In greeting the two kids, O at 3 and J at 10 months, Max bent over a little and rubbed his head against them.
Uh yeah. It wasn’t a one time thing. He rubs his little head on anyone at his level. Big people are exempt, but I think that is because he expects them to rub their heads on him first.
Thank god he was exposed to cats during his imprinting phase, it would be hard to explain the butt sniffing.
Max is enough for me, but obviously, I am not enough for Max. I have since joined a play group. He still rubs his head, but really enjoys other little people.