I haven’t written about my dog Maxx yet. He is a Xoloitzcuintli. If you look the breed up on Wikipedia, you’ll see he’s called a Mexican hairless. Maxx has hair. Maxx is his own dog. Maxx has made me aware that, while I used to say “the best things in life are free.” Now, I really believe the best things in life are free—like my good health and the good health of Maxx.
A lot of people have dogs as pets. And a lot of books have been written about dogs . I’m fascinated by the way they seem to understand moods and health, both good and bad, of humans. Everything is fairly simple for Maxx. As long as he’s well fed, warm, and able to chase a ball, he is happy. He doesn’t require expensive gifts or expensive food. He does like staying with me. His breed is pretty much a one person dog, but that’s okay.
In my next book Nightingale (main character) has a mixed breed dog named Bandit. I wrote about him when Nightingale found him as a puppy. I’ve got to figure out his parents, but I’m thinking a Lab and a pit bull. I’m already fond of him and I think readers will be as well.