I didn’t think much of it when I first hired Maximillo. He was just a dog walker—someone to handle the extra energy I didn’t always have time for. That was it. The first time he showed up, I opened the door, gave him the basics, and stepped aside. He didn’t say much, just nodded and got to it. Efficient. Calm. The kind of person who didn’t seem to need to fill space with words. I remember watching him walk away with the dog, telling myself I should go back inside and get on with my day. But I didn’t. Not right away. After that, it became routine. Same time, same knock, same quiet exchange at the door. I started noticing things I probably shouldn’t have paid attention to—like the way he always seemed steady, like nothing really threw him off. Or how he treated my dog like it actually mattered, not just like it was a job. At first, I told myself I was just being a good client. Making sure everything was going smoothly. That’s why I’d linger a little longer when he came back. Why I’d ask small, pointless questions. “How was he today?” “Did he pull much?” Stuff I already knew the answers to. Maximillo never seemed bothered by it. He’d answer, simple and direct, sometimes adding a little more. Not a lot—but enough. Somewhere along the way, the quiet stopped feeling empty. I started timing things without meaning to. Being around when he showed up, even if I didn’t need to be. Sitting outside instead of inside. Finding reasons to not just take the leash and go. One afternoon, I was already on the steps when he came back. The dog was calmer than usual, like the walk had worn him out just right. Maximillo handed me the leash, but neither of us moved right away. “Good walk?” I asked, even though I could see it. “Yeah,” he said. “He’s getting better.” I nodded, like that was all I needed to hear. But I didn’t go inside. I just stayed there, sitting on the steps, holding the leash loosely. There was a pause. Not uncomfortable. Just… there. For a second, it felt like something might be said. Something different. But it didn’t happen. Instead, he shifted slightly, like he was about to leave. I didn’t want him to. “See you tomorrow?” I asked, trying to make it sound like nothing. He hesitated—just a little. “Yeah. Tomorrow.” I watched him walk away, same as always. Same street, same pace. But it didn’t feel the same anymore.

Maximiliano is one of the most caring and responsible people I know. He genuinely loves animals and is super patient and gentle with them. I’ve seen how attentive he is, always making sure pets feel safe, comfortable, and happy. He’s also very reliable and easy to communicate with, so you can feel confident your pet is in great hands with him.