Max, sans arrow, left the home of his human guardians Brad and Nancy Paquin sometime Friday. He hasn’t said where he was (he’s no snitch).
When Max returned Sunday night, the Paquins couldn’t help but notice the arrow in his head. It was not a gag.
Being of active mind, the Paquins drove Max posthaste to a local veterinarian hospital, where the arrow was safely removed. It hadn’t cracked his skull. Good news: he’s expected to make a full recovery. Authorities are on the hunt for the perps.
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