My Max
by Glanda Widger
When I first
got Max..he was cute and cuddly. I ran right out
and spent a fortune on a little dog bed and tons
of toys and teething rings( he was just three
months old you understand.) I spent another
fortune at the vet to make sure he was happy and
healthy just like all doggies should be.
Half Boston
Terrier and half Boxer, he was just perfect.(
Boxers are big, did you know that?) Soon Max
began to grow. The doggie bed was too small
within six weeks. Did I mention he ate it?
Eventually all the toys went the way of the bed.
I bought a bigger bed. He ate that too. I bought
guaranteed ..indestructible ...dog toys. Yeah
right!... I had him fixed ( The right thing to do,
but it ticked him off royally). I resolved to be
a good mommie. No biting, no sleeping in my bed,
well trained to be a good dog.....I bought him
yet a bigger bed.
He sleeps in
my bed. I have no idea when that happened. I
bought ME a bigger bed. Max sleeps crossways. I
need an even bigger bed . Max grew and grew and
grew. Now my lap dog, who still walks on the back
of the sofa...can stand up and pluck delicacies
off the kitchen counter. Steaks, cookies, a whole
turkey.
He bites!!!But
only me and only in fun! Fun? He does not know
his own strength apparently.
Max is also
afraid of his own shadow. He is after all ,still
a baby at ten months old. He will growl and bark
just like good doggies who are guarding their
property ...unless you approach him or stamp your
foot..then he hides behind my skirt and peeks
around to see if the big bad person has gone away.
I think Max is
not through growing. He sort of resembles , at
sixty pounds, a Boston Terrier on steroids. But
he is so cute and sweet( some of the time) and
one little ear stands up and one flops down in
the most adorable way. He drools on my leg during
dinner and he can look at you so soulfully when
you scold him. He does not like hugs. I hug,he
bites.
His favorite
game is "Take it away from me"....this
is a somewhat frustrating game from my viewpoint.
He comes up to me , lays his head on my knee and
chews in a manner that would make you cringe if
the person sitting next to you ate like that.
When I turn to him, he sticks out his tongue to
show me what he has ,then speeds off. The idea
here is that I must chase him until I either pass
out from exhaustion or trap him in a corner and
delve into his rather droopy jaws to retrieve
whatever he has .
I love Max!
Did I mention he is growing? I think I need a
bigger house!
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