ANGUS PHOTOBOMBS AGAIN

This dog sculpture, lifting his leg,
was a Father’s Day gift, in memory of
a dog our family adored. Max was a rascal,
but also a darling sweet dog. He was found
running down a busy street in LA & rescued
by a guy working on a movie set. We met him at a door park & brought him home as a companion to our other lovely dog, Gibb.

They were best friends the rest of their lives,
& died 8 months apart, many years later. We buried them in the woods behind our house in Michigan. A rafter of wild turkeys once came, at dusk; & milled around where they were buried. Max loved chasing birds, so it seemed fitting they would visit.

Angus, another rascal, photobombed my Blip.