A Nod to the Germans

I had a dog and his name was Max. I loved him to pieces.

As a puppy he would take his food from my hand. He slept with me in the jungle and protected me from Bears and Wolves.

There was only one thing that we ever fought about…. you see…

He was a “German” Shepherd Dog

and he didn’t know squat about football!

I wish you well today my friends.

(I see some people have been blogging about it already)