My good friend, author Maria Matthews in sunny Ireland (hahaha) wrote a short story about Max and her dog of stature, Bob. I am taking the liberty of re-blogging here – see excerpt below. Check out Maria’s blog for the whole story and more tales of Bob and his partner in crime, Ellie.
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A very short story featuring Bob and his friend Maxwell
It was looking like snow. This was a special event in Ireland.
Bob was sitting staring out the kitchen window. He suspected it might snow but more importantly the oven was humming along with the cook who was rolling out biscuits.
“Hmm, biscuits,” Bob thought and set off to tell Max who lived a short distance away.
Cold, wet weather never bothered him because his thick coat kept everything from touching his skin. The extra bonus was fleas usually died before they fought their way through his coat.
Bob arrived at Max’s door. “Where is Ellie?” Max was peering over Bob’s shoulder.
“Didn’t bring her she is on cookie guard duty.”
Max didn’t linger. His short legs worked hard to keep up with his taller stocky friend.
“What happens if we get lost in this snow,” Max asked Bob as…
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WITHIN THE K STREETS 
One problem occurred to me….would you see Max in the snow if he had just had a bath….or would the coloured booties give his location away?
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We experienced this issue in Utah when we would take him up the mountains in winter. He loved the snow but we had to keep a close eye on the pup. When the snow was fluffy he would simply sink in and disappear and we would have to find the correct hole and lift him out. As soon as the snow firmed even a little he was able to scamper across it. Of course, he was much lighter then. Now I suspect he would plummet through even the heaviest crust. We’d have to attach avalanche transponders to his booties just to find him.
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A tunnel from Ireland. You are dreaming. I just fly.
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On Aer Lingus no doubt. Out of Sky Harbor.
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Max, handsome and talented. And with those cute little socks, quite the catch. This story was great!
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Maria mostly writes children stories and I suppose in one sense Max is like a child although in dog years he is a grumpy old man, like….oh I don’t know….
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Ha! Yeah, me neither…who you talking about?
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One of my mother’s kids.
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Lily is whispering to me… “mom! Lets write a story about Max!”
I reply, “Seeing as your mom kinda, sorta focuses on erotica or dark and creepy as a genre I’m not sure this is appropriate Lil…”
Lily’s tail wags extra hard!
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Who knows? Maybe the Malt has a darker side. He could star in a new series called “50 Shades of White” wherein a cruel but handsome Maltese dog seduces miniature schnauzers and forces them to do his canine bidding.
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Lily is devastated that he opted for schnauzers over bichon! Although hubs and I have long suspected she is in fact a Domme, so perhaps max better watch his back! 😈
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Max says, “Beat me, kick me, make me eat soft dog biscuits.” (He has always preferred Bichon but was afraid to act too assertive with Lily.)
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Hehe! He is wise to be cautious, she can be quite fierce!
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Gosh that’s a great story!
I keep asking mum to write something about me (she pretends to be a writer during the daytime but really I’ve seen her spend far too much time on online shopping sites…) but she never does!!
Grrrr… I’m going to show her this story for inspiration!
Lots of licks, your new friend Morrie 🙂
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Hi Morrie! Yes, you must demand from your DogMom a story about your adventures; we would all like to read about them. Photos must accompany the story. Lots of photos.
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