My Buddy Max
Late one evening I was driving home from a gig when suddenly I saw a small dog in the road in front of my car. There was no traffic, so I swerved to avoid hitting the pup. I stopped and turned around to make certain that I was not leaving a hurt dog on the road, and there he was running down the middle of the road again. I stopped, opened my car door, and, without any coaxing, he came over and jumped into the car with me. The next day, I set about trying to locate the owner. There was no collar or rabies tag. I took him to a vet and they checked for an embedded ID chip. Nothing! I checked with the pound to see if anyone had reported a missing dog, and spent quite a bit of time walking him through nearby neighborhoods to see if anyone recognized him. I never found an owner. Before too long, I found myself becoming attached to the little fellow, and evidently, he felt the same since I soon found that I could not walk from one room to the next without him following me...