For the past month, the weather in the Rancho has been either very mild or colder than a witch’s bazooms depending on whether you ask me or the ever-chilly Alpha Japanese Female (AJF). In Southern California, this weather pattern is called “May Gray” which often segues into June Gloom and, […]
Some of you have inquired if the recent volcano eruptions in Hawaii posed any threat to Max’s family or friends. The short answer is “no”. Although we have some family […]
In the last, not so exciting post, readers were challenged with picking Max from a group of 10 Maltese. Well, here he is: The post was titled “Fungible” which, of course, is an adjective that refers to something that is mutually interchangeable. Dollar bills are fungible. Most all commodities are […]
One of these Malts is our hero. The Fuzzbutt. Which one? Pick a Malt. Identify Max by number in the comments below. Impostor photos courtesy of Pinterest.
Courtesy of our favorite Malt, here are a few tasty options to spice up your gustatory adventures. Okay, maybe the marketing has failed to sway you towards a seafood snack. Before we leave, perhaps you’d like to use the restroom. Fine, but follow the instructions. So, where do you […]
Max is not musically inclined. You might say he cannot tell his Yoyo Ma from his Yo Mama. You might say that but I wouldn’t because it would hurt his […]
I could easily write a lot of stories extolling the pleasures of a trip to Japan. The culture, scenery, history, people and all that malarkey but really, come on, none of you actually expect such literary aspirations from this silly dog blog. Nah, you’re here for the weird stuff and […]
NOTE: The following post was written (duh, obviously) a long time ago but was never posted. I thought I’d toss this in just in case anybody still follows Max’s adventures. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. The Malt will be spending Xmas in jail. Meanwhile, the Alpha Japanese Female (AJF) and I will be in […]
Originally posted on decidinglybob:
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…
Sorry to inflict upon you another tale about Max’s feet. This will be the last one as by now you must be incredibly bored. From here on out, I might from time to time note any major improvements or problems but the seemingly endless blogging of paw problems ends here. […]
