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Happy Birthday, Booboo!

Maximus. Maximillian. Max. Maxidog. Dog. Doggie. Dogbert. Kitty Cat. Spaniard. Boromir. Honey. Baby. Sweetie. Darling. Yellow Yahoo. Yoohoo. Hi.

On 27 January 2000, there was a litter of 12. A month later, almost half succumbed to the parvo virus. On 12 June 2000, I took in the runt (in lieu of man, get dog). It was the first time he had ever seen a garden and didn't quite know what to do. He couldn't walk properly and dragged his right hind leg. In the summer of 2001, the neighborhood vet said he would not live long and advised that we put him to sleep. We got a second and third opinion in another neighborhood. He was diagnosed with hypothyroidism. Then he sprained his foot. He ate rat poison. Twice. In 2003, he developed liver problems. In early 2004, he developed heart problems. In December 2004, thousands of pesos and a barrage of drugs later, his vet of almost 4 years finally declared him "normal". My dog is a survivor! Or a drug addict.

Max likes eating bananas, cantaloupe, grapes, and mangoes. He drinks milk and Yakult and Noni juice. He eats ice and thinks it's a treat. He understands the word "treat". He fetches, but doesn't return. He's fat. He's lazy. He sleeps in my room. He's the only one who greets me excitedly whenever I get home. He tries to talk. To him, my lighting a cigarette is a sign that we're taking a walk. He enjoys trips to AHV and AAV (yes, he's sosyal). He goes to church with me. He's Catholic. God, I love my dog.

Belated happy birthday, Max. I still owe you a peanut butter doughnut.

posted by Calai @ 6:07 PM