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3 years, 36 months, 1,095 days, 1,577,846 minutes ♥

For the first nine weeks of his life, Max lived with his breeder.
Max's breeder was irresponsible, and she sold him to someone she didn't know and she shipped him of to Texas. Max liked getting into trouble, like he still does now [; Max would chew everywhere and piss everywhere, and he owners didn't want to train him right, so instead they hit him, thinking he would learn. They decided they didn't want Max anymore, and they sent him back and left a scar in his mind forever. I wanted a dog since I was like 5 years old, and I was able to get my own dog in 2006. I found Max on the internet, and soon I was ready to adopt him. Max had a lot of territorial and aggression to people issues when I first got him. I took him on walks everyday, and when he met people, he got less scared. I helped him with his aggression issues. He helped me a lot,too. He helped me understand so many things, and he has taught me a lot, too. Instead of going on with a cheesy tribute, I will just say that I love him, because that's all I need to say about this wonderful dog. {:
Happy 3 years, Max.
10/22/2006 12:11- 10/22/2009 12:11

Bad Dog.

I really upset Claire [typist] today.
She wanted to make a video of me when I was outside and when she came outside,
I was digging up her fish's grave.
Enough though it might just be a fish, sissy still loved her, because when sissy didn't have me or Bambi, she would talk to the fish.
Now all that's left of the fish is like decaying stuff and germs, which made typist upset when she saw the fish. :[
Typist is pretty much ignoring me, and I think that's she still mad at me. :[
I think that she's just stay by Bambi today...

but,
I just wanted to smell good.....

Intro.

My name is Max, and I'm a 3 year old Border Collie who lives in Chicago.
I haven't written in my "diary" in forever, but I will try updating my "journal" almost everyday now, so I can remember what happened in my life, since I forget a lot. ;]