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After 13 years of what was hopefully a happy carefree life of a dog, my ol' friend Max has died. Back when I had a house, he had been a great companion, always eager to take me for a walk. He had kept a watchful eye over my house for about 8 years, but was now living in retirement in Florida for the past few years, no longer worrying about chasing the trucks that dared drive down his street or barking a greeting or farewell to anyone entering or leaving the house.
This last picture was a good illustration of just how patient he could be putting up with all sorts of silliness dreamed up by a litle girl (circa 1994):
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