I ignorantly bought the sweetest most beautiful dog on the planet but had no idea that such an intelligent dog would require lots of yard and some training to prevent boredom. His name is Max.
I live in an area that requires me to always have him on a leash or lead and as attached as I am to him and he to me, I know in my heart that he NEEDS a big yard. My fantasy for my Max is a sheep farm. He would be the most excellent herding dog. He also LOVES HIS PEOPLE. I have two young boys and he is great with all of us, including my not-yet-2-yo-granddaughter.
He was clearly neglected or abused when I bought him at 18 weeks so he cowers if you yell at him and he's not into selfies for some reason.
He is nine months old now and needs an EXPERIENCED DOG OWNER. I feel like the most horrid person on the planet for rehoming him. He's not been more than 20 minutes without me since August 3rd but he needs more stimulation than I can provide and to the serious Inquirer I will go into more detail about my other reason for needing to rehome, but it has absolutely nothing to do with any defect on the part of my brilliant, beautiful, sweet, Catholic Max. Yes, my dog is Catholic: he was blessed at church on the feast day of St. Francis , patron saint of animals, and he wears a green collar in observance of ordinary time in the liturgical calendar. Green symbolizes hope. I planned to get him purple for lent, etc. but thus far he is still in green.
He is named after one of the most humble Modern saints, Maximilian Kolbe, a WW2 Polish Fransiscan priest who was martyred in a concentration camp.