After the incident with Max, we didn't have a dog for many years. My father just didn't want to go through the pain again. Then one night in late November 1979, my parents decided to go out to eat. While driving to the restaurant, my father almost ran over what he thought was a bag in the middle of the road. Luckily the "bag" lifted its head, and the headlights caught his eyes. My father stopped within inches of a puppy. He picked it up and put it in the open back of the