Max Wieder

These are my dogs. While they might look cute and innocent, they are, in fact, evil, and only exist to cause chaos in the world. The one in the middle figured out how to get on the counter at Christmas, and ate half his body weight in ham, and all three of them bark at anything, including the rotation of the Earth, to the point that I've often told people they can't come to my house because it's too difficult to deal with the dogs.

I'll start with how we ended up with three dogs, when we didn't really want any. We actually got them in order from left to right, first Zap, then Floof and finally Otter. Zap showed up at a family friend's house, and since she had dogs, she asked my mom if she could watch him for a few days. She fell in love, and we've had him for 6 years now. Floof was a similar situation, but he had already been kicked out of a few houses before he ended up with us. Otter was brought to us after she was brought to the vet to be put down (because the owner just didn't really want her anymore), and my brother that worked there absolutely refused and brought her home to us.

Are they a pain? Absolutely. High maintenance? Like you wouldn't believe. But now they're a part of my family and honestly, I couldn't be happier about it.