I took him for another walk when I came to visit again. Again, he was bouncy and lively. Another volunteer, James, came on the walk with us and Max didn't seem to like him much.
He stayed on the other side of me, away from the man and kept growling lowly when he went to touch me when I stumbled. I stumbled a lot. To be honest, I wasn't entirely comfortable with the contact he was trying to make. So I quickly bent down and found a stick and started scratching off the bark to reveal the smooth layers underneath, and started rambling to Max all about his new home and what it looks like, so he will be familiar with the place before he arrives.
Smart dog caught on and was listening intently, whilst subtly moving himself between me and James. James didn't touch me any more.
I've got a keeper.
Once back at the kennels, we were separated again. I went into the office to let them know we were back from our walk.
A man was outside, with a Siberian husky, I believe his name was Zorro, and he was just leaning his head inside the doorway. He noticed me and nodded, with a little smile.
"I'm just taking Zorro out for a walk. Be back in a bit." And then he was gone.
Urgh! His voice. And his hair and his smile and his jaw and his face. The lady behind reception sighed deeply, after he left.
" God, I just want to lick that jawline." She said to herself.
The thought hadn't crossed my mind.