My Buddy Max

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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.

He is quite small - less than 7 pounds - but looks larger due to a full coat of long fur.  I decided that he was the maximum amount of dog that could be packed into 7 pounds, and so named him "Maximum", or "Max" for short.

Here is a short video that features Max and some of his favorite friends.  I arranged the music based on an old children's song, "Playmate".

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