When I was out and about the other day, I passed by someone that was out walking their German Short-Hair dog. That made me think of the first dog I "co-owned" with Pops, a German Short-Hair named Max. I say co-owned because my father got him first thru one of his hunting buddies. Pops took him out a couple of times but Max did not hunt well in tandem with his two Brittany Spaniels and wasn't going to hunt him so he was going to give him away to someone who would use him. Pops hated to see a good hunting dog go to waste.
While Pops was in the process of looking for a good owner for Max, I decided I was too attached to him to let him leave so I asked my father if I could have him. Thus my journey began as a dog owner. It was (and still is, Molly) an awesome journey and I do not know what life would be like without my awesome canine companions.
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