[Rottlva]

My story is probably one that will go down as being one of the most irresponsible ways of getting a dog.

I was in college. My roomate and best friend and I had been talking about getting a dog. I wanted a jack russell, she wanted a rottie or a newf.... We'll long story short one day she came home with the two most perfect rottie pups you could ever lay your eyes on. During that period in my life I was going through a tough time. I was deep into the depths of an eating disorder...depressed and not looking much towards my future. I kept going though.... sometimes it was my horse that needed to be fed and loved, but most often it was that little ball of black and tan fur that needed me to walk, feed and love him.

Unfortunately my best friend was having problems as well and she decided to try and take her life. This left me lost and looking for a way out. I ended up moving back to NH from college to be closer to my family. I had to sell my horse...but kept that black and tan furball....Max and I did everything together.... he never left my side, he was the reason that I had to get up each morning....I became so withdrawn that Max was my only friend.