Max Page #2

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Thank you.

Here comes the hard part.

A lot to learn from there.

- About what?

- About becoming a man.

Enlisting? Getting killed like Kyle?

Getting my leg shot up like you?

What would that prove?

You speak of Kyle, you speak respectfully.

Do you understand me?

He didn't have to prove

anything to anybody.

You think Kyle wasn't trying

to prove himself to you?

All Kyle ever did was try to prove himself

to you. And if he didn't...

- ...bet he would have never joined.

- What would you know?

You never sacrificed anything,

much less your life.

- Guys.

- You'd like me to do that?

Guys!

They're gonna kill Max.

Animals can come down with

post traumatic stress same as people can.

Max bonded so closely with Kyle, it's proven

impossible to get him to follow orders...

...from anyone else.

He can't handle sharp noises anymore,

gunshots, explosions send him into a panic.

These dogs were bred to work.

Take away that sense of purpose

and they're lost.

Max can't serve here

and he's a danger everywhere else.

Well, this family takes care of its own.

How we doing, Max?

Go on.

Hey.

Remember me?

You sure you wanna do this?

Yeah.

Okay. Slowly.

No sudden moves.

That's a cool toy. Right?

How do I get him to sit?

Better focus on giving him that kong while

keeping your hand attached to your wrist.

I mean, like what...

What do I do with my hand to get him to...

Sit.

Sit.

Good. Psycho hound.

Good boy.

Just enjoy that in peace.

Okay, sergeant.

We'll be taking him home.

Do we have to tie him up?

I feel bad for him.

He's too unstable

to stay in the house...

...and I can't have him

running around loose.

- Why don't we just build a fence?

- That's a great idea.

- Easy, Max. Easy, easy. Easy.

- Who's gonna pay for it? You?

No.

If you do, I'll trick the neighborhood kids

into whitewashing it.

- Ha, ha. You sure this one's ours?

- I got the stretch marks to prove it.

- Here.

- Careful, honey.

Okay. Well...

...let's you and me

go get this dog some dinner.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I did not sign on

to babysit Kyle's crazy dog.

Hey.

Kyle's gone.

So this dog is officially your dog.

Do you understand?

Your brother loved you so much,

more than you'll ever know.

If he did, he wouldn't have left me here

to deal with Dad all by myself.

Your father loves you too.

Just none of you Wincott boys

are very good at showing it.

If you wanna buck that trend,

I sure could use a hug right about now.

He'll tire himself out.

That's what you said about Justin

and he hasn't quit barking yet.

Justin! Get that dog to shut up!

Hey. Hey.

Dude, seriously, this is how it's gonna be?

Yeah. Okay. Sit.

Easy, boy. Easy.

Okay. Good boy.

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