No…we haven’t found our dear little Max.  Greg is out searching at this moment.  It’s dark and I’m hoping he’s OK, cause that would just be the icing on the cake.  He found some ribs/vertebra (sorry, too much information?) on top of the ice in a place where Buck has been in the river before when we’ve been down there running.  I told him to keep searching…not because I’m in denial, but because it just didn’t feel right.  He brought them back cause he needed to warm up and get some coffee.  Not Max.  Maybe an antelope…maybe a calf.  Not a 35 lb Springer Spaniel.

Either way, we need to know.  And at this point, a body of our dear little Maxster Baxster would be preferable to this interminable no-nothingness.

So..dear friends, please say a prayer again tonight for Max.  We feel he’s alive.  Just not sure where he’s at.  We think he’s wanting to be home..with his buddies Gracelyn and Buck.

All I ask is you keep him in your hearts.  Send positive thoughts to him so he can feel the connection and help us to bring him home.  If he has crossed over to the place where our other canine spirit companions reside, then we ask for that information as well, so we can say goodbye and close this chapter.

Vaya con dios mi amigos/amigas.