Arrival Story: Max came into our lives when he was about two years old. A guy who worked in the office next to mine found him wondering along the interstate. He had posted ads in a couple different papers plus notified the authorities but had gotten no response. He brought Max into work one day and Max wandered into my office. He came over to me and put his head on my lap. I knew he had to come home with me. He was a great dog. He could walk into my son's room when the floor was covered with toys and he could find his toy and never bothered the rest. Max died from lymph cancer.