the wonder dog

“The Wonder Dog”…that’s what we would call him….cause we “wonder” what he is. Yesterday was a very sad day in the Schafer house. I had to take Max to the vet for the last time. Not something that we had planned on the day before Christmas. He’d had a lot of trouble with his hips for a while. He couldn’t hear and the tumors all over his body were getting larger. The past few weeks were really tough for him. When we got him from the pound over 15 years ago, they told us that he was a lab-mix. He was the color of a yellow lab, had the ears of a shepherd, the size of a beagle, the attention span of a gnat, the independence and arrogance of a cat, and the intelligence of Einstein. Until the last full years, he lived life at full speed — always a dead sprint to where-ever he needed to go, over a couch, under a fence, in the yard, at the beach – he never just walked anywhere. We got him the week before I graduated from college, before we were married, before kids, through 7 changes of residences. Our home will never be the same. We miss you, Max.