My dog "Max"

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Editorial note:  Max was the name of the little boy Wendi and I were trying to adopt at one point in our lives.  

I couldn't make this story up.  Most of you won't get it, sorry.  The details aren't for the blog, but a few will make the connection:

I found my dog from a KSL ad.  The people that picked him up started calling him Max.  He's home now.

Just so you know, I think of him often, and I wonder, where is he now?  If he's with them, I don't think the result would have been any different with us.

How could I ever look at Bucket and not think about Max?

How random though, the name?  Lots of random stuff like that happens to me.  I'll get in the truck and hear Alien Ant Farm's Smooth Criminal on Z-rock.  Why do they only play that stupid song when I happen to be in the truck?  How old is that tune?  I heard it twice last week.

Just another day in my life, y'all.  Not bad today.  I got my doggie back.  But not without having another scab ripped open.

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