Sometimes when you miss someone, that someone is not always human. When my kids were single digits, we bought a beautiful malamute puppy; his name was Max. He was such a great dog; gentle with the kids, and a great mouser, too. Max loved the woods surrounding our house when we lived in France. He would run, sometimes for days before we would see him. Here's two of my favorite photos of Max. (1) Being hugged by my oldest daughter (2) Running past our little pyramid building
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