Max was a great dog. He was Milo’s and Princess’s son. I remember the day he was being born when I got the phone call and rushed right over. After a week I brought my daughter over and asked her to pick one out. There she choose him with his dark black stripe down his back he was so cute. As he grew a little older we then realized he had a mohawk and it sure fit his personality. He was the protector of his family. With a house full of girls he really watched over them. He disliked many teenage boys. He loved his yard. He would sit between the two trees in the middle and just watch everything and bask in the sun. He loved the outside including the beach and of course his squeeky toys. At night Max would love to lay under the covers snuggled up to his loved ones. When he wanted to go under he would tug at the blanket to let you know. He was the first to wake up in the morning. If you knew Max he would always come want pets and also give you lots of kisses. Max had this smirk that if you know it you are picturing it and smiling right now. If he was in trouble he would look at me and just smirk so freaking cute. Unfortunately one tragic incident happened and God called him home. I know you are up there running freely and watching over all us girls. Its quiet down here without you. We love you Max always and forever!