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 furry little feelings. Despite Max’s disinterest, most dogs apparently do respond to music. There have been a number of studies that suggest canine behavior can... Continue Reading →
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 when you talk about Japan,... Continue Reading →
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 Tokyo, supping on fine sushi,... Continue Reading →
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.
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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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. For those interested, this post... Continue Reading →
The saga of the paws has yet to resolve. It has become Max's version of the Never Ending Story. The so-called new and improved treatment plan made little difference. Max's feet are still inflamed and sensitive although somewhat less so than before. We are losing confidence in Max's veterinarian. That's largely because we sense him... Continue Reading →
At our last exciting episode, Max's extremities were snugly bandaged in purple socks in the hope and expectation that his inflamed feet would quickly heal. Well, the treatment did not work. We took him to the Vet's office where his paws were carefully unwrapped as we stood by like little kids at a birthday celebration,... Continue Reading →
You'll remember Max had a paw problem that required medications and wearing booties for a week. Some have inquired how the Fluff's feet have been doing. I believe "abject failure" best describes the outcome of the booty experiment. So, Max had to return to the Vet today; his paws were worse than ever. The latest... Continue Reading →
THE HIGH COUNTRY MALTESE Our short stay in Durango was fun but we were looking forward to visiting the high country. We made an early start thus validating all those stereotypes you hear about old people on holiday. But we actually used the turn signals on our car. Starting at just over 6,700 feet elevation,... Continue Reading →