Dogs Make Life Great
When I was a kid, my family had two amazing dogs. Both of them were mutts.
Barney was bought the year I was born. My brother, Colin was dying from cancer and my Dad bought Barnabas Collins (named after a vampire on the television show Dark Shadows) to bring him some joy. My brother passed that year, but his dog lived with us for 13 year more years.
When Barney died, we got Max. Max was my boy. My brothers had grown up and were always at work, so Max look forward to me getting home from school. I remember taking this picture of Max with a Le Click disc camera Not bad for a pink teenage camera and a German shepard mutt.
I came across some photos of him and I smiled at all the great memories I had with this dog.
This is Max when he grew up. The picnic table is at my family’s home in Long Island. It’s March or April in the photo because the shrubs are bare and there’s no lawn furniture around. Under the picnic table is a pot. Max would chew up his dog bowl so we had to give him a pot to eat his food. Both of these dogs lived long lives because my mother fed them people food (meat, eggs and bread) – no dog food. Neither had any illnesses and died from old age. Max was over 16 when he died.
Good dog – good memories.
Hugs,
marlene
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