Max and I were digging around in some old files and we discovered an unfamiliar USB drive at the bottom of a box full of documents from our days in southwest Utah.
We popped the jump drive into the computer and were happily surprised to find it included some photos of the Malt taken 12-13 years ago.
Way back before his Hawaii beach days and his Southern California adventures, Max was a dog who spent a fair amount of time in the deserts and mountains of Utah. Just for nostalgia sake, I thought I’d post a few of them.
Here’s the little guy in the back yard of our Utah home when he was under a year old. He was so tiny and silky/fluffy. The Alpha Japanese Female would be embarrassed if she knew that I told you that her nickname for her puppy was “poo-poo-ka-choo.” Don’t ask me.
Even as a pupster, Max was fond of the mountains, especially in winter. He had a number of cold weather outfits, of course; his favorite was a shearling-lined jacket with collar. He weighed so little he could usually run on top of the snow and when he would make an escape it was exhausting for his human counterparts to trudge through the white stuff to catch him.
When we drove home from the mountains we often stopped by and fed the donkeys at a nearby ranch. The AJF always brought along a bag of carrots. Max sat in the AJF’s lap while she fed the donkeys and was friendly with the big boys and girls.
At our home’s lower elevation we only got a few inches of snow a couple of times a year. That didn’t deter me from creating a snow rabbit in the back yard. Max didn’t know what was going on until after the rabbit was done and he was released into the yard. He went completely nuts seeing the rabbit. He considered it an existential threat and attacked with all the ferocity that a 6 or 7 pound Maltese can bring to bear.
Anyway, those are a few snapshots of Max’s early days. Before he went all Hollywood glitz and glamor. Maybe I’ll post a few more from the Wayback Machine sometime later on.
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