The long and the short of it.
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…
Max Attacked by Small Alligators!
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. […]
Stinx
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 […]
Defeat by Da Feet
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 […]
Booty Failure
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” […]
Max Visits the Southwest (Part 3)
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 […]
Max Visits the Southwest (Part 2)
THE DURANGO DOG After visiting Zion National Park and catching up on the happenings in our former home near St. George, Utah we packed up and headed out for Durango, […]
Max Visits the Southwest (Part 1)
MAX AT ZION Road trip! The plan was to re-visit some our favorite places in the Southwest. With side trips and sightseeing, we figured it would take a week and […]
Unfortunate Names
Max’s adventures in California have exposed the poor pup to some businesses and products whose names are, well, unusual. I suppose Coldcock Whiskey should be acknowledged for its truth in […]
Max and the Search for an Inu Shirt
It was the day before Father’s Day. In anticipation of the celebration, Max and I were productively engaged in the traditional activities of quaffing malt beverages, chomping jerky treats and telling snorf, snorf jokes when the Alpha Japanese Female interrupted and screamed like a harridan that wistfully mentioned that she […]
