I found this old newspaper clipping while
searching for something else.
I reared Max and would take him with me to my local pub,
Max was a friendly dog with no antisocial habbits.
He was very much liked by "most" of the customers and staff.
Bill was the landlord and many times asked, no, begged indeed that I sell Max to him.
I knew Bill was a good man and that Max would be very well taken care of.
So it came as something of a surprise when Bill phoned me and told me what had happened.
This is the snippet published in the evening gazette. Thursday, May 18 1995
This is Max after his "mad" attempt to swim the River Tees.
A very lucky dog indeed.