One of our Favorite Dogs

Gracie has the bone

Watch it, Max.

Now it's a stuffed toy

This is Max. He was my granddaughter's dog until a series of circumstances made it necessary for Max to live with someone else. The story is long and twisted, and I don't have all the facts so I won't even attempt to relate it. In these photos, Gracie is 7 or 8 months old. This is in the days before Sarge.

Max is about a year older than Gracie. They got along great from the start. Chased each other all over my stepdaughter's house, just wearing themselves out like little kids.

On this particular weekend, I had gone up to the suburbs of Chicago to help with a garage sale. Tammie had been cleaning out the house for weeks and had a ton of stuff to sell. We would alternate between tying the dogs up in the yard (no fence) in the shade, and putting them in the house so they could cool down. It was a typical hot August in Chicago. About 3 hours into the sale, Terra and Jill, my grown granddaughters, came out and saw a box filled with their stuffed animals. It seems that no matter how old they get, stuffed animals are hard to give away or sell, so the box promptly went back into the house. They set it in the family room, with the dogs. The dogs who were loose in the house. Now had it been Max alone, there would not be a problem. He is just too small to stand up and get into a large box. But Max had his good buddy Gracie visiting. Gracie just had to reach in, pick and choose what she wanted, and drop it on the floor.

The next time one of us went into the house, there was a sea of stuffed animals all over the furniture and floor. Some had been decapitated. Some were missing a leg or ear. The dogs were napping amidst the rubble, content and obviously spent.

Life with dogs. Lots of fun.
Linda