I’ve tried doing “series” posts on here, and my life and schedule are just too chaotic. However, this dog o’ mine is pretty funny. We have our issues, but the big ol’ dope makes me laugh. So here’s my attempt at a series. The Maximus Moment. Maybe he’ll make you giggle too.
We had a heavy snow hit last week, and it was starting to melt back just a bit. This means a whole lotta deer come out to find some food. We had a half dozen of them in our yard today. And every time I see them, I take pictures. For ten years. I don’t know. It’s my thing.
I JUST missed these two nose kissin’. Bummer. They were especially close today, and they came out earlier than normal, so I was just snapping away.
Then I felt something plop down on my feet. Does 150 pounds “plop”?
This, folks, is what I call the look of defeat. Maximus and our deer have worked out some sort of relationship over the past several years. He hardly ever barks at them. And when he does, they look at him like he’s an idiot. Or maybe that look is because they think he’s a mutated deer. Either way, there were six large, wild animals in our yard, and this was the best he could do.
While we have our problems, he has definitely given me some things to write about. It could be my only little Marley and Me. But instead of him dying, we’d shell out thousands of dollars for him to live. Oh wait, we really did do that. Well…if you’re interested, my favorite posts about him are here, here, and here. Good grief.