It’s been a year now that my old friend Max checked out early.  It was rough trying to cope with that one.  Max was a loyal friend for over 10 years, and an extremely handsome dog.  :)   Some of my best memories are with him. We had some good times.  But life goes on.  And I will always remember the good old days.  I have Max’s ashes in an urn on my desk in my home office.  Hard to look at some times, but the way he’s “smiling” in the pic remind me of how happy a dog he was.  I’m not the only one that misses him.  Murphy, his brother from another mother, is pretty lonely still.  Two things keep me from getting another dog: 1, Murphy didn’t like any dog other than Max, and 2, Max can’t be replaced.

So tonight, I will be throwing back a few in Max’s honor.  I seriously hope that it’s true what they say.  That all dogs go to heaven.  That way, maybe Max can put in a good word for me.  Here’s to you, old friend.

-Dave Q.

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  • I remember that one fateful day when coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. 'You don't have to tell me,' I said. 'I'm off the team, aren't I?' 'Well,' said coach, 'you never were really on the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. you show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times.' It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.