Kelli told me about a conversation she had with her husband, Dan. Dan is a police detective in the Crimes Against Children unit. Before Rori was born, Dan had long talks with Max about how to protect his family. “If there is an intruder while we are gone” he told Max, “you fight and you protect our home.”
"No," Kelli whispers into Max’s ear. "No, it is too dangerous. You hide, okay? You hide and wait for us to come home." I agreed.
"You are a little guy, Watson. Don’t be a hero," I say. "Get under the bed and do not take suspicious cookies."
I am watching Max while his family travels; this might be our last long sleepover together before I leave.
At night, Max sleeps at my door, all up in the rug, guarding me against danger. Watson sleeps in my bed, curled up in a ball, barking and hiccuping in his sleep. There are good dogs, and then there are great dogs. Watson is very friendly, but he only has a few good friends. Max was his first friend in Albuquerque, maybe ever, and we are going to miss him so very much. This might be about more than just Max. Can you tell that I might be projecting? I might be projecting.