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...with Maxwell.
Before anyone gets really, really nervous, I'll tell you up front that nothing untoward happened on Maxwell's part. He was a perfect gentleman.
And I feel extraordinarily lucky to report that.
I really, really, really don't know what I was thinking. (Did I mention really?)
Well, I do. My thought process was that Emma loves Maxwell, and she's very proud of him. And she would love a chance to show him to her friends...
...and apparently the other 150 kids in her grade.
Really, really, really didn't think that all the way through.
At first we hung back from the group because Emma was participating in an event. But when she headed back to her spot on her beach towel she still hadn't noticed us, so I walked Max (on a very short leash) up to her.
He greeted her with a wet nose in the ear.
She squealed in delight, "Maaaax!"
And all bedlam broke loose.
We were mobbed by the entire kindergarten.
I commanded Maxwell to sit as the hordes came, and he obeyed like a champ. He sat and smiled and gave out wet kisses while 6-10 kids all pet him at the same time, jostling and pushing to get to him. I finally got some semblance of control of the situation and had them line up and take turns meeting him.
After that, I quickly refilled Emma's water bottles, and Maxwell, my son, and I beat a hasty retreat.
Aside from the stink-eye from the hula hoop relay lady (because up until the moment Maxwell arrived she had been the star attraction), there weren't really any repercussions.
And I am so very grateful to the heavens above for that.
Stupid. Stupid. STUPID!
Good boy, Maxwell.
No one can resist the power of a puppy. Resistance is futile.
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