From sentence to time I've felt compelled to publish here on good subjects but I have always hesitated because I love this place has become a point where people get to joke or cast their eyes at my craziness. But some stories need to be told, and yet though this story belongs to my friend Amy and her little dog Max, I've been entrusted to say it.
Amy got Max as a small pup when Jack was nearly two years old.
After she met Jack, she decided she cherished a Miniature Dachshund. Max and Jack would walk together at the common while Amy and I gossiped. Max was the form of dog who never met a stranger, unlike Jack who would bark and growling at everyone who passed by. Max would run up to anyone, wagging his tail begging to be scratched and petted. They were the yin and yang of the park.
One night recently, as Amy lay sleeping, she was awakened by the sudden fierce barking and growling of Max who was lying beside her. Max shot off of the bed and Amy jumped up after him. She knew something was terribly wrong. As she turned the blue corner out of her bedroom, she saw in the spark that flooded in from the street lamps what Max already knew, there was a strange man standing in her living room.
Amy screamed out for Max and immediately turned back into her bedroom. She locked the threshold and dialed 911 with shaking fingers. Amy leaned fast against the door screaming that the police had been called and that he required to give her alone. As she stood there, pressing with all her weight against the threshold she realised that Max was not with her and she no longer heard him. She started calling his name. Then she heard the second door slam open. Soon sirens and lights were blasting through every window of the mansion and without hesitating, Amy opened up her bedroom, ran to the front door, unlocked it, threw it opened and screamed "IN HERE!" That's when out of the tree of her eye she saw him. Max lay lifeless in a consortium of origin on the deck about a blood stained wall. She instantly fell to her knees beside him, and gathered him onto her lap. The police swarmed in. "Was he even in the family" "Do you love him?" "Can you order us what he looks like?" One policeman firmly took her arm and asked her to get away with him. She lifted Max up against her breast and went outside.
The trespasser was caught later that night. He had bite wounds on his lower leg and hand. The law said that Max had attacked and with all twelve pounds, latched onto his lower leg. The guy had reached down, grabbed Max by his neck or back, lifted him and jabbed the knife he held in his other hand into him. Then he flung Max hard against the fence and bust his neck. There's no doubt in anyone's mind that the man was there for more than burglary and without Max's alert and attack there would have been an even more unimaginably horrible ending that evening.
This little, sweet, gentle doxie named Max saved his best friend that night.
** Amy lefta comment for you alland I am posting it here also.
I desire to thank you Laura for telling Max's story. I also wishing to thank everyone for their kind words and support. I want each and every one of you could have met him. Max was the best, bravest dog in the earth and I will lose him every day.
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