Max

I haven't felt the desire to write about Max since we had to put him to sleep on Sept. 17th. I know everyone always feels they have the best pet, but he was something special.

My neighbors, Pam and Jim, actually found the little guy wandering down West Exchange street and brought him home. They had three dogs at the time, and said they could not handle a fourth. My loss of my dog since college, Jiggers, was recent enough that I was still using the line that I "would never get another dog", but I could tell Molly, my other Mutt, was feeling lonely without a buddy around. Here was this shaggy dust mop (his hair was the length of a Llaso Apso) running around, tongue out, and my heart gave in. After his first haircut I never let his hair get back to that length again. My vet thought he was about a year old, so his puppy hood was about through, except Max never realized he had stopped being a puppy. He was excited about everything, or extremely bored. No gray middle for him.

I need to stop here before the tears come on. But I'm sure there is more to come about my best bud Max.