Thanks, everybody! It sure means a lot to me to read your notes of condolence.
Max was one of those dogs who had a very rough life. He was a "rescue dog". We don't know much about his earliest days, but when my son and DIL rescued him, he hated men and big boys. My son could not go near him without Max doing the threatening thing.
It was my DIL, Lisa, who tamed him. They lived in Minneapolis, Minnesota at the time. Max was with them for about 6 years then they moved to England and left Max with her parents here in Ames. For the 4 years they lived in England and one additional year, Max lived with my son's in-laws but the folks were old, and didn't play with him.
We decided to take Max into our house because we had a dog, and figured the two dogs could play together, which they did. Max became "my dog" in that he would watch for me to return, or want to be with me wherever I went. He enjoyed car rides, which the other dog did not. I used to take him in the car or pickup to run errands. He would wait patiently for my return.
His later life was marked with bouts of indigestion and would refuse to eat for several days at a time. He lost a lot of weight and the vet prescribed special high-calorie dog food in an effort to keep from losing more weight. I used to give him an egg in the morning and mixed some canned dog food with his Science Diet kibble. For a while his weight loss stopped, but he never gained weight.
At the end, he was weak and wobbly, and had difficulty going up stairs. He was a dog to the end, however, sparking with the neighbor dog through the fence, getting into the trash, and chewing rawhide chews. I miss him terribly.
Jim
(edit) It's getting hard to see the screen.