A Dog Named Max

I want to stop this newsletter. But, have one last story.

Why it matters: My oldest son was a drug addict.

• He was ripping apart our home.

• My wife wanted a dog.

• Her beloved pet died.

Between the lines: Things at home were stressful.

• No one seemed to care.

• Then we picked out a dog.

• A standard poodle named Max.

By the numbers: My wife was tired all the time.

• The dog needed out every 2 hours.

• I woke up to take him, while the family slept.

• I gave him sushi under the table.

Christmas came: We went to buy gifts,

• The dog all alone.

• In a giant crate with toys.

• When we got home, I let him out.

My dog: The dog wagged his tail.

• Happy as can be,

• Then my wife took him out.

• He sat down and refused to go.

• Just looking at me.

Adventure: My dog goes with me on trips.

• Those by car and foot.

• He greets me at the door.

• He is my dog named Max.

It is almost poetic. A simple story, but the format is important.

This is how we should write emails, posts, and most everything else.

That is lesson I leave you.