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 fungible; for example, one quart... Continue Reading →
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 find this kind of stuff?... Continue Reading →
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 →