Jan. 8 1988 —– March 27 2000
Scottish Terrier
Max was a Scottish Terrier.
He looked like a puppy his whole life.
He was very cute and had a huge under bite.
I bought him as a birthday present for my wife many years ago.
He was a great companion of my wife stepchildren and I.
When we first got Max he was so tiny … when we were driving home I
started whistling and he was looking at me. I saw his eyes for the first time.
We put him in a bathroom next to the bedroom.
My wife stayed awake waiting for his first little cry; as soon as he
whimpered once she brought him into the bed with us and he slept in bed
with us every night for the next 12 years.
When he was older we sold our house and a man was remodeling it.
He started an electric saw; Max heard it and went flying out the back door
and attacked the saw. When I took him to the park he would bark at cyclists
and dogs 150 lbs. heavier than him! He had the heart of a lion.
Once night when he was a puppy I awoke to him barking like nuts
at about 2 AM. He was standing on top of me barking at his
reflection in the mirror.
I used to wear pads on my bunyons. Max used to eat the ‘corn pads’
when I was sleeping (Gross!).
I used to take him to the forest preserve when he was young.
He would take off after horses.
I would find him later with the horse’s rider scolding him as he
terrorized the horse.
We got a yellow lab named Nickie a year later (the lab died last year).
When I would put their leashes on the lab would grab Max’s leash and run
around the house – and jump off the top step of the back porch.
Poor little Max would fly through the air.
We got a cat a couple of years later (Gus; still doing fine).
Max would eat the droppings out of the cat box so we had to put up
a childs’ gate. I was giving the animals potato chips one night and
Gus was hanging on Max’s beard (pretty rowdy kitten).
Max ripped open his mouth and we had to have it sewn shut.
He slowed down a lot the last few years of his life.
My stepson Billie and my late father-in-law Ben both adored and were
adored by Max. Ben called him ‘Maxie Rosenbloom’.
The last 6 months of his life he demonstrated a great deal of courage.
He had a skin condition that spread all over his body.
He got sick around Christmas ’99 and couldn’t chew his food.
He was on a few different medications so we took him off of them.
He resumed eating; we put oat bran flakes on his food to help his system.
A week ago though he seemed to be tired out and ready to go.
We think he may have had a stroke or two,or something.
We took him to the vet and had him put to sleep.
Thank you for reading this. It helped me to write it.
Maxwell Taz Bear was a great dog.
We will miss him!
Kevin
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