I own a big, scary-looking, lab-maybe-mixed-with-pit, black dog.
<---That's him. Max.
We got him when he was a little puppy. I don't know what his brothers and sisters looked like, but he was the last one in a litter of eight to be adopted.
It's hard to photograph him. To get that picture, my son filmed him with his Flip video camera and pulled out that frame.
Max just turned 7 years old, and his chin is becoming whiter as the years go by. When we got him, more than a couple of people commented to us that we were very kind to adopt him because his looks would make him hard to adopt. I didn't know what they meant at the time because he was a very cute puppy.
His black fur is a problem because he sheds a lot, and if I don't vaccuum daily, black tumbleweeds roll through my house. My main bathroom has a white tile floor, and his fur makes a mess in there.
We don't call him "Max the Mighty Wonder Dog" for nothing! He's smart as a whip, worships his family, and loves other dogs. We found him, but I feel like he was born to become our pet because other than the shedding issue, he is the perfect dog for my family.
