One of my favorite childhood stories I like to share is the one where my little brother (though 6″ feet tall he’ll always be my little brother) thought that our Standard Poodle, Max, ate the Easter Bunny one year.  He was around four years old and we were walking down the stairs on Easter morning only to find that Max had eaten our baskets filled to the rim with candy.  The chocolate was smeared all across our white carpet.  My brother started crying thinking that Max had eaten the Easter Bunny as well!  To this day I can hear his little voice crying “Max ate the Easter Bunny!”  My…