Max, a little, poor puppy. He is living on the rough streets with no mother. Someone named Jaxon, picked him up at only 5 weeks old.
"Awww. Poor little thing. I think I'm going to call you... Max. My name is Jaxon and welcome to the family.
"Mom!" yelled Jaxon as he came into the kitchen.
Max was a trouble maker. A real trouble maker. He peed on the chairs, on couch legs, everywhere. But, no one could get mad at this little fella, until, he bit Jacob.