We had our "Maxie Dog." A stray of about 10 weeks when my husband brought him home. He had been hanging around the phone co. garage and my husband had been telling me about him. I said "don't bring him home--we don't need a dog." Well, I came home from work late one Fri night---there was this black lab mix running around in my house----husband said--when I opened the phone co. garage he had been locked in and I felt bad because he was so glad to see me--- we will only keep him for the weekend! Well, I think we all know where this story goes---oh, but the first thing he does is go into my living room and relieve himself---and not the watery kind!!!!! 12 years later, my husband and I are holding each other and crying in the parking lot of the Vet---we had to have him put down--- (probable cancer) we had them come out to the car as he was so terrified his entire life of the Vet. office. He went peacefully and we took him to our "River" cottage--his favorite place and buried him in the yard. He was such a member of our family---loved the beach---loved rolling in dead fish, etc., no matter how many baths he had to have because of it. Loved going into the crabbing creeks with us and actually scaring them away so it was hard to catch them but he so loved it. I remember one time when he found a dead one---came prancing out of the creek with it in his mouth--he was so proud that he had finally caught one. We used to fish from the beach---had minnows in a bucket---he used to "bob" for them--stick his whole head in the bucket and try to get them. PM--"Pre Maxie" we used to stay in hotels at Nags Head, etc., but we started camping so we could take Maxie with us. He gave us so much love! We have so many wonderful memories of him. I could write a book about the different experiences, etc. We still miss him even though it has been years since we lost him.
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