Now that you know the worst, let’s talk more about Max. (I’d never be a good sales person, I’m too honest and open with my emotional experiences!)
Max came with a crate and two toys—both of which he has eaten the ear-shaped fabric flaps off of—and a lot of energy. He is apparently used to being alone—or at least subdued—during the day as my wonderful brother has been kind enough to walk him in the afternoons, and he usually finds him curled up on my bed.
Yes, he sleeps on my bed. I know people have very mixed feelings about that, but I’m a sucker for a cuddler. I was told he preferred to sleep in his cage, yet his first night here, he climbed right up on my bed and laid down—no, that’s wrong, the first night he bounced around my bed tearing the knickers off Minnie Mouse and barking at himself in the mirror! (He’s gotten used to the mirror thing, but with double full length mirrors covering my closet, it was a long night.)
The SECOND night, Max climbed up in bed, laid down and rolled over so his body was right up against mine with his head propped up on my stomach as a pillow. This, we have learned, is his preferred position. He likes to have a pillow, whether it’s Azzy’s legs on the couch, one of my limbs in bed or my pillow—which we have been known to fight for at night.
He greets you with a big hug and a few doggy-bounces on his back legs every time you come home and he learns very fast. He already knows that when we go downstairs, we say “hi” to Grandma and then go straight into the kitchen, and when we come in from outside, we go right back upstairs—which he hops up and down like a bunny, legs together.
He is house-broken and has never had an accident, even considering it’s such a new place. (knock on wood) We let him run around the backyard but he tends to wait for the leash and the walk before he does his business.
Since arriving at Elizabeth’s house, Max has become addicted to the Kong toy but only with certain treats. He is quite a picky eater and it has taken a lot of trial and error to find something he likes—chicken!! Must be chicken and it must be very wet so the dry food gets all mushy. I know, I know, nasty, but that’s the way he likes it!
Oh and Peanut Butter! He LOVES peanut butter!!! This is the key to getting him to take his pill!
Here are a few pics: When Max Came to Stay
Want to know more about Max? Drop me a line!
Max is also on Facebook with his own Dogbook page… you should friend Max!