




I did want to share one story of Maverick that I remembered the other day as I was talking to my brother-in-law. As I said in an earlier post, Graham was my personality dog and definitely my more 'independent' dog, but Maverick was my ROCK...he was definitely a MOMMA'S BOY. One day (back in 2003 or 2004) I got a call from my neighbor saying that Graham had gotten out of my yard and that her husband was running down the street chasing him. I was thankful that my neighbor was looking out for Graham but my first concern was, "OMG, where's Maverick???!!!!" I loved Graham but this had not been the first time that he had taken off from my house but if the gate was open I was so afraid that Maverick had gotten out too! And, he was not a street dog or adventurer like Graham was! That was the longest, worst drive home that afternoon as I worried about my baby being out and gone. As I pulled up in my driveway, I nearly jumped out of my jeep before it even stopped. My heart skipped a beat when I looked into the yard. The gate was standing wide open and there he was just sitting there as if he was saying, "I don't know where the heck he went! Crazy dog." My sweet, sweet boy. Never left my side. Just then my neighbor came up with Graham. Maverick looked at him like, "Dude, what were you thinking?! There's food here!"
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