Anyone who gets to know me, even in passing, will come away with the distinct impression that I love dogs--all dogs, large and small. And I've shared my 65+ years of life on this planet with a lot of dogs, some huge, like my French Briard, Bear, to the smallest, Gromit, a canine of unknown parentage, who weighs 3 lbs--and that's dripping wet. They've gotten me through some of the worst times in my life and are always there to share in the fun times, too. So I didn't want to let this International Dogs Day pass without acknowledging these wonderful creatures in all their many forms, beings that are so deserving of a day of their own, and also acknowledging the passing of my beloved Max (pictured--look at those eyes, who could say no to those peepers!). This photo was taken in 1989. That was 30 years ago. He died 20 years ago today, at the ripe old age of 18. I still miss him dearly. He was the sweetest, most gentle soul.
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