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Max was happiest when surrounded by company.
It was evident when you arrived home
He would excitedly race around the house,
Up and down the stairs
Stopping momentarily to sniff your leg,
Happy there was no other dog scent on you,
He’d continue his demonstration of pleasure.
Once his routine was complete, he would retire to his favourite lounge
Curl into a ball and sleep away his effort to impress you.
His sleep only interrupted by the smell of cooking
Then he would venture into the kitchen
Standing in expectation of something coming his way.
In the winter he’d make a bee line for the heater
Park himself in front
Settle down to soaking up the warmth
Making sure we were always close by.