Max.
Everything that makes Max, Max.
Discovered the lake. And the towel.
High-fives now. Nobody taught him that.
Thirty-one attempts. This is the one where he is at least in the frame.
The things only we know
Sleeps against the front door. Not behind it, against it - so leaving the house is now a negotiation.
A page to share, while he is right here.
A page like this is never finished. Add a photo, rewrite a line, take something off - whenever you like, as often as you like.
DearestDog
for everyone who has ever loved a dog