[pshrynk]

Thank you to all. Max was the inspiration for Vivaldi in my stories. (VR was the source of the name and description.)

Instead of running up to me when I would get home, he would stay asleep as I walked through the house, screaming, "MAX! Where the hell are you?" Eventually, he would deign to flop off the couch and sidle into wherever I was, with a look on his face of, "Now why, exactly, would I care that you are here? When do I eat?"

He was a bundle of energy and would never let another dog within a hundred feet of the house, even though they lived next door. He once nipped the Rhodesian Ridgeback on the nose and sent him screaming back home. Fearless little bugger.

I already miss him terribly.