Calling The Breeder
In search of answers, I called Max’s breeder, hoping for any insights. “Did anything unusual ever come up when Max was with you?” I asked, desperate for even a small clue to help unravel this tangled mystery. It was hard to believe something so unexpected could have been missed all along. The breeder’s voice was calm and steady, full of praise for Max’s health and temperament—but offered no useful information to explain what we were facing now.
Calling The Breeder
No Incidents From The Past
Despite the breeder’s kind words and reassurances about Max’s health history, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were no closer to finding answers. “He’s been such a joyful dog from the start,” they repeated, echoing what I already knew deep down. Though comforting, those words didn’t ease the weight of the urgent mystery surrounding Max’s condition. I thanked them and hung up, shifting my focus back to the present—where uncertainty still clung tightly to every moment.
No Incidents From The Past
