Happy Birthday Max!
It is hard to believe that it has been eight years since Max has joined our family. I have always been a cat person. I probably would have stayed as such had my husband not have had to travel so much for work. It was during one of these trips that I started to think that it might be a good idea to have a dog for protection. I ran the idea by my husband when he was out of town , feeling a bit concerned for my mental health he conceded that a dog" might be a good idea someday". I knew that if I was going to have a dog it would have to be a "real" dog. To me there is no dog more" real" than "Old Yeller ". Now there was a dog! He was strong, handsome and smart! That was the dog for me. My search began as soon as I got off the phone with my husband. Strike while the iron is hot! It did not take long. I found my destiny in the classified section of the LeaderPost. He was born on a farm in Stoughton, Saskatchewan to Digger and Sunny on July 11th, 1998. At the tender age of six weeks he joined a couple of his litter mates on a trip to the "big city" and was hand delivered to the dental office where I worked, and after I paid my two hundred bucks to the man, I was the proud new mom of my fur-baby Max! Max has three feline sisters, Cookie, Chloe and Isis, who also wish him a very happy birthday.
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Gordie says "woof woof, happy birthday Uncle Max!"
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