Believe me. No pun intended. It’s no secret how I feel about the dog, but he’s had a pretty busy life lately. I thought I might share a couple of things for you.
The other day I came downstairs only to find Maximus in a hysterical fit. We’re talking full-on dramatics here. Wimpering, whining, pacing back and forth, hair up on its end.
“What is it, buddy?”, I say. (Don’t be fooled by the term of endearment—still don’t like him.) He won’t break his stare. He’s focused. He must intimidate his new adversary. He. must. prevail.
What? You don’t see it?
How’s this? See it now? There it is, folks. All 2.4 pounds of it. The same weight as Maximus’ tongue.
I mean, you can’t blame him, right? The sheer size of this bunny would send any 150 pound dog into defense mode. Knowing exactly how this would play out, I let Maximus outside to “conquer his prey”.
He ran full stride to the edge of the deck, stopped, and stared at it. The bunny ran away leaving my big ol’ watch dog in his cottontail dust.
In other news, my husband cut Maximus’ toenail too short. All the dog lovers out there can relate, right? From what I understand, it happens. But do your dogs look like this as a result?
His cast? My daughter’s sock. Such a big, tough dog, isn’t he?
Well, stay tuned for tomorrow! I have (what I think is) a pretty big announcement for you! This’ll be great!