Max goes in at noon today for the operation to improve his breathing. The surgeon will tie back one of his vocal cords, which will open up his airway and permit him to breathe normally. There is around a 10% risk that there will be complications, such as the vocal cords will be too soft to tie back, or that he will develop pneumonia as a result of the surgery. Fingers crossed that he comes through and can resume a more active lifestyle.
I've been combing through the family pictures looking for more of Max and I have found very few that really show him--partly because of his dark color but also because of his personality. He has always been a rather retiring personality, not given much for hogging the limelight. Max barks (no longer an option after surgery) to let me know one or both of the dachshunds have taken over his bed and he wants me to shoo them off so he can lie down. He even gives them first choice on food, if I don't step in and supervise.
He was the Christmas puppy in 1997, which made it the best Christmas ever for me. I think I was more excited than the kids were. Let's hope he has a few more Christmases to share with us.