Max here is 19 human years old. He says he owes his long, happy life to just chilling out and taking it easy.
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About Me
- David Oppegaard
- St. Paul, Minnesota
- I am the author of And the Hills Opened Up, The Suicide Collectors, and Wormwood, Nevada.
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My dog died at 16. I was 17 at the time. I cried for 2 days. It just hit me that it was 10 years ago. Wow. Here's to the health and longevity of Max!
My closest pet was a cat named Leonardo, after the Great Italian Ninja Turtle. I found him one day mewling in our garage, gave him some milk, and he hung out on our back porch for a long time until he disapeared one day without leaving a note. I think it was better that way, sort of like, Where's Leo?" "I don't know." "Uh."
Not so tragic, ya know?
Max has got the right idea! Is the furry master of zen taking students? Sign me up!
What I like about this dog is how he is oh-so-subtly leaning into his shadow. Prophetic, no?
very prophetic...ummm...do you mean he's going to die and become submerged in shadows?
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