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This is Max. I picked him out at the pound the week before I had
to lay old Ollie down in August 1999.
Max helped me immeasurably to get through that event.
Having freed him from doggie jail, a prison name seemed
appropriate. Maxwell, where dad served in 1978, seemed to be a fitting
name........
Max was born probably in April 1999. He shed the rest of
his baby teeth in September '99. He's a smart boy, learning his commands: SIT, SPEAK, PLACE, and
FREE. He's also good with ROLL OVER, SHAKE, and GROWL. He likes to chew his rawhide bones and run around the yard. He loves
everybody but will bark at strange noises. Actually he is definitely not fond of
the uniform service man who comes and changes our shop smocks and utility rugs.
And he hates the guy who comes to read the gas meter. Kill Max, kill!
Los Angeles artist, Robert
Weatherford, was commissioned to do a
beautiful oil portrait of Max. This painting now resides in EveAnna's dining
room. Stunning!
Here is Max with his best friend, Bongo, Genevieve's 120 lb.
Rhodesian Ridgeback. Max likes to chew Bongo's ears, even when Bongo is on
PLACE.
This picture shows two tired dogs.
*Sadly Bongo went to doggie
heaven in 2007 but don't tell Max.
Max guards Fletcher's special Variable Mu S/N 666
(Click picture to enlarge)
Max 9/99
Max 10/2000
Max chilling out 11/2002
Max and his new bed I bought in Moscow for him. 2/2003
 Max
1/2004
Max 9/2004
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December 2004 news:
Poor Max caught one of his front dewclaws on something and it was broken in
half, but left half hanging. He hates the vets especially after they clipped his
nails once, so instead of just clipping off the nail, I booked him in for a
complete knockout so they could perform dewclaw removal surgery so we don't ever
have to go through this again. While they had him knocked out they implanted the
tracking microchip in him and also cleaned his teeth. He came through surgery
fine and has little yellow booties on his front paws now. He's fine now yet
still a little wobbly. Poor Max!
Poor Max. He is now so 1980's. Think
FLASHDANCE.
"He's a maniac, maniac...."
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 Terry visits Max
6/2005 (Terry Howard R.I.P. 1957 - 2010)
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Poor Tony is normally terrified of dogs. Last time Tony was
at my house, Max came in and Tony jumped up a ladder in complete fear. I
thought he would bust through the ceiling drywall trying to escape from
Max. But now, see, Tony is getting much better. Here he is hanging out
with that vicious Max 6/2005.
Max is definitely laughing at Tony!
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Max riding to work with me in the Pinto 11/2007 |
Best friends: Bear, Max, and Mollie chilling out at The
Rat House 1/2008
Max 2/2009
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This is Linda's dog Bogey who looks like Max's cousin.
5/2008 |
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