A dog named Max licked my toe – a poem by Nora Delaney


Max was four months old when he was found wandering the streets in Bakersfield, California, USA. Around the same time Max was found, we had decided we needed to adopt a dog.

I was in the midst of multiple surgeries and confined to a wheelchair for a few months at home. We thought a dog could keep me company and also help me pick up things around the house, so we found Max on PetFinders and went to meet him at the rescue.

This little puppy won our hearts in five minutes and with the lick of a toe, the three of us began the best 10 years of our lives. Still going strong at 10, Maxie is the joy of our lives.

So here’s a poem for Max.

Why I Adopted A Dog Named Max

A dog named Max licked my toe.
Why he did it, I don’t know,
He stood right there with his tongue stickin’ out,
Eyeing my foot through his long, thin snout,
Walked over to me and he took a seat,
Looked in my eyes and then at my feet,
Thought about for a while, took a good look around,
Put his head down, stared at the ground,
A minute went by as he thought what to do,
Then stuck out his tongue and he licked you know who.

If you’ve ever been licked by a dog on your toe,
What I’m going to tell you, you already know,
A dog’s tongue is wet, it’s slippery, it’s slimy,
So there’s no way a dog could just slip a lick by me,
I definitely felt it, the whole slobbery lick,
I knew that it happened, although it was quick,
I looked down at my feet and one toe was all wet,
And Max, Max the dog, just looked up, no regret.

He really didn’t mind that he slimed me all up,
He cocked his head round and this cute little pup,
Looked at me in a way that just made my heart melt,
So down on the ground I bent and I knelt,
And I patted his little gold head with my hand,
And he waited for me to give him a command,
So I said “Max please sit, please sit right next to me”
And he sat down right there, put his head by my knee

The sign on his vest said “I’m Max, want to play?”
It said “I’m a good dog, adopt me today”,
One look at that vest, one look in those eyes,
And now you know the end, it won’t be a surprise,
Max came home with me, he’s the best dog around,
And the best dog around’s one you get at the pound,
There’s wonderful dogs whether black, gold or brown,
There’s probably a Max that’s right there in your town.
A dog that hopes to be loved by just you,
So go to the shelter and get a Max too,

One last thing on Max, and I write with a snicker,
Some things never change, he still can’t hold his licker.

This is a guest post by Nora Delaney. Want to write for us? Visit www.dogstodaymagazine.co.uk/essay-submission or email editorial@dogstodaymagazine.co.uk


  1. Dogs are so great! Love the poem! Max is a lucky dog to have found you but you are also fortunate to have been the one he chose to be his master.! All the best to you both!


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