Let's go for a walk meet another dog
29 January 2010
Max has been coughing a bit. We were warned that he may because of the heart murmur our vet discovered when we took him round the first time after collecting him. So back to the vet, antibiotics and heart pills because there was a 'wooshing' sound from his heart. Kate (the vet) arranged for him to have a scan with a much more sophisticated bit of kit than out practice has.
So today I took him round and after llistening Mark (the vet) said that he'd admit him to give him the scan. They wanted to avoid sedating him but I gave the consent in case they had to.
The longest two and a half hours later they phoned - they hadn't had to sedate him fortunately and I went to collect him. They had had to shave a bit of his side to get the ultrasound to work best, so he's a bit lopsided and bald at the moment.
The result was that he has a leaky valve - quite leaky. He's still up for several mile walks, although we'll ahve to watch how he goes. We now have to be on daily pills for the rest of his life. And we have to watch him for condition, which could change quickly. He's due back at the vets in two weeks to review progress.
The propress of this is unpredictable, He's not overweight, which is a good thing, and we may have to adjust his diet eventually. But we have him, he's eating and is currenly in on of the dog baskets (the one in front of the TV) covered with a blanket and dozing.
It was one of the best things we've done, having him. And we want to give him the best quality of life available as long as we can. He has an appointment in Cornwall at the end of July, hopefully with a rosette attached. because the OH is determined to enter him at the St Buryan dog show again.
It's amazing how far he's come in just over a year. If we're five minutes later with supper we know about it. He's still a monkey and we know he's leading the others astray. The discover of several of my socks in his basket was a bit of a giveaway.
Have I said we're very glad we had him? 'Cos we are.
18 August 2009
Aw! shucks, guys, thanks.
25 July 2009
Bit of good news - came second in the veterans class at the St Buryan show in Cornwall. Humans seem pleased.
19 July 2009
Open letter to Susiemoose from Max
Hi
Remember me? I was in your house for a couple of days before what I now know was Christmas. That’s seven months ago now.
My owners came to you and left me. I didn’t know what was going to happen to me and I thought I wasn’t going to be around for very much longer. With you there were these two other dogs but I was still wondering what was going to happen. Then this big bloke with a beard came one night and took me off with him. I still didn’t know what was going to happen. We got into his car and he insisted on having me on the front seat next to him. I still didn’t know what was going to happen. Then we got somewhere else and there were these two other dogs and some more people. I found basket under a desk and sat there. I must admit that I was worried.
The people were saying things like “Isn’t he thin” and “Hello, Max” and the dogs were saying things like “who’s this?” and “these people are ours, Buster”. So I got introduced quickly to the pecking order. Then the big bloke got under the desk with me and started feeding me chicken. I tried to say no but the bloke gently insisted and then the smell got to me and then I ate some. I was still worried.
The next morning I was taken out and up the road to the vet – only a couple of hundred yards. Then I was weighted, chipped and poked and prodded and then they were told I had a slight heart murmur. I was worried at that and thought they might ship me off again but then I heard the words “forever home”. When they weighed me they found I was underweight.
I didn’t eat properly for a week or so. The big beardy hand fed me – but being a bloke I was a bit scared of him and couldn’t understand why he was being nice to me – something in my past, I assume.
Anyway, Christmas came (more food – tasty) and the other dogs accepted me more.
I’d better tell you about my first walk in the park with them. They kept me on a lead for the first couple of hundred yards, then as I seemed to be behaving (Whatd’ya mean, of course I’m a good boy!) they let me off to explore. I came back when called. Thought I’d lull them into a false sense of security. – heh heh!. The other two dogs, who were getting a bit less stand-offish by this time – showed me some of the ropes. Anyway we all came home and lounged round by the fire. At least they did. I went straight for a basket, I felt safer.
The walk thing for to be routine – I knew where we were going and led the way.
So that was the beginning. Since then things have improved steadily. I managed to eat for myself out of a dogs bowl – think I was less scared. And then these things called treats. And breakfast – where we all get fed by hand with biscuit – it’s good. In the beginning I didn’t want much – the vet said that probably my stomach was small, so they gave me several meals a day. I learned quickly not to object. It took a couple of months for me to have the confidence and desire to join in the queue for dinner. Kerry was always first in that queue, but now I’m a close second and have been known to be first. About a month ago when I was last weighted at the vet I’d put on just over a kilo since they had me. The vet’s pleased – and she noticed that my coat was gleaming – her words – and that I was much more active.
At one time they were bothered I’d go and hide – in the larder was my place but I haven’t been doing that for a while now. I’m not as often in a basket – preferring one of the other comfortable places there are here – mats, sofas, beds. They want me to come up on the bed with them. I don’t really understand that yet, but they seem very pleased when I do.
What else? Oh yes, tennis balls. There’s always a lot scattered round the house here. Sandy objected at first but she doesn’t any more – we share the balls. I’ll carry one round for ages and chase it a couple of times, but Sandy will chase one all day.
However there’s the name they’ve now taken to calling me. It may have something to do with the interesting places that they hide things. I think they call them bins. It may also have something to do with my exploring in the kitchen. They call it counter surfing. I think I’m just being a dog. It may be something about the way I look. They took another photo of me and posted it http://www.doggysnaps.com/kennels/john_colby/max/ and there’s my name for all to see.
Recently I’ve also taken up gardening. Sandy was digging her own swimming pool and then Kerry wanted one as well so I thought I’d help. http://www.doggysnaps.com/kennels/john_colby/max/?PID=802111
So what do I do? Well, I follow her round. When she goes upstairs I follow. When’s she’s trying to do things round the house I’m there. When he goes out to work I try to follow. But more often than not it’s with a tennis ball in the side of my mouth. They say that the three of us more like a pack every day. And we’re now all on the bed to have our tummies rubbed. Gets a bit crowded sometimes but I like it.
Anyway we’re off to Cornwall tomorrow, wherever that is. They’ve told me about the sea – good thing, I like water! http://www.doggysnaps.com/kennels/john_colby/max/?VID=1
I’m also told that I’m now a member of the Celtic Terrors. And we blog – I know what they is, having been there before. So by the end of next month there will be the story of our holiday. If he ever gets his finger out to do it!
Anyway I’m told that reason I stayed with you for a couple of days was about my tail and how it wagged. It still is. And now I have no reason to stop it.
Thanks to you, that is.
Max XX
22 May 2009
I'm finding that I can do what I want and they're happy for me to do that. I heard them say that they're glad they had me. Nice to be wanted like that.
17 March 2009
Happy birthday to yooooooou!
Happy birthday to yooooooou!
Happy birthday dear Kerry,
Happy birthday to yooooooou!
14 February 2009
Went to the vets this morning for my booster. Kerry came, too, for hers, but we left Sandy at home. She was none too happy, until she found out why we went round.
The vet said I'm OK for my age, and told them what to look out for if this heart murmur causes me problems. But at the moment I'm behaving like a puppy.
20 January 2009
Happy birthday to yooooooou!
Happy birthday to yooooooou!
Happy birthday dear Sandy,
Happy birthday to yooooooou!
13 January 2009
Look, I'm an intelligent dog, right? So if there's a box of tennis balls on the table they're not much use to me up there, right?. So I climb on the table to get them, right?
She was a bit surprised, though, when my nose appeared over her shoulder.
11 January 2009
They think I've not been given many treats before, so they're making sure we get them. The others tell me this is normal, but I'm worried that it may stop. The others tell me that it won't.
They cook for us as well - we have what they have, sometimes. Well, bits of it anyway. But I'm definitely eating well and although they're still checking my ribs there's more flesh there. I'm learning a lot of things, mainly that they like having me around and will talk to me all the time. But if I just want to lay about they let me.
I've also learnt that following them into the kitchen can sometimes be profitable, although they sometimes refer to us as the furry carpet. But we're dogs! We can do these things!
3 January 2009
Went somewhere else today. Met up with a couple of Cav KCs. Cold but enjoyed being out with them.
1 January 2009
Walk - food - fire - sleep - walk - markie or two fire - food - sleep - tennis ball - walk - bark - choc drop or a few - sleep - fire - food - biscuits.
Well, that's been my year so far.
28 December 2008
Sandy and Kerry have nicked his PC while he's been cooking and are showing me how to use it. I've seen all the comments people are sending me against my photos - thank you all very much.
I really am settling in now - I'm able to stretch out and not being sent to my basket the whole time. This thing they call a fire is great - they put coal and logs on it and we all just lie there, toasting. the food's not bad - in fact I feel that I can start reminding them when I'd like some, and they seem pleased that I'm doing that. I know the way home when we get out of the car and my way round the park. I'm free - a concept I hadn't thought much about until now.
27 December 2008
Fooled them. Sue said I was good on the lead. I think I am but I'm up in front with the others now! Trouble is that he doesn't move fast enough - He really doesn't appreciate the necessity of getting to the smells when they're freshest, and you can only do that at top speed.
I'll educate him!
25 December 2008
You know this collie part of me - well, they've decided that it's Welsh, on account of one of my ears folding over at the tip, which is apparently a mark of that breed.
So they've decided that I can now join the Celtic Terrors clan.
25 December 2008
It's past lunchtime. Where's this famous Christmas Lunch I've been hearing so much about?
I'm getitng to know them now, so it's probably late!
25 December 2008
Christmas Day. it's a Christmas I never thought I'd see! Thanks to Molly and Floss for having me for a couple of days.
I'm getting to be more sure of myself. I heard them say that I'm turning into a little rascal! I think they like that, although I'd thought of myself as more mature, a kind of suave, sophisticated Raffles type character. They are keeping the little nibbles, like the turkey, out of my reach.
I don't recognise myself as the dog I was last week, and neither do they.
24 December 2008
I understand that I'm the dog of the week, and am appearing in the Christmas Eve Blog for Dogs Trust. Naturally my appearance fees will rise. Appearances will be by appointment, and my fees, whatever you consider reasonable, payable to "Dogs Trust", if you please. Better still, go sponsor a dog. I know I'm fortunate, there are others less so. You know where to go to do it.
23 December 2008
I wouldn't go out this morning. It was EARLY as they were going out shopping. So I just got picked up and carried downstairs. I don't tyhnk I've been picked up since I was a pup, so I hung on and it wasn't too bad. I feel safer now.
I really am getting used to this breakfast thing. And knowing it's OK to have treats.
22 December 2008
I could get used to this breakfast lark. Pity they have to go out today.
21 December 2008
I've seen them on this sofa thing but not dared to get up there - I think I was told that dogs were not allowed on the furniture. However he wanted me there tonight, so i did, for a bit.
21 December 2008
They say I need feeding up to gain some weight. They say I'm very thin. I try to eat for them but it's difficult when you're not used to it. Mind you, they try all sorts of different things to try to tempt me. Tonight it was beef, biscuit and a few carrots - some of what they were having. In know there's more chicken in the fridge with my name on, but not yet - I want time to savour it.
I'm not used to this type of food. At least, I don't think I am. But what I am sure of is the bed I;ve adopted which is out of the wind, out of draughts and warm. There's a radiator nearby and it feels great. They come over and stroke me every so often - all three of them - so I think they want me to stay. But I'm not sure yet. In my position I think I've got the right to be a little bit scared. But I think they understand.
21 December 2008
I'm told this is the solstice, whatever that means. Perhaps it meant that we'd go over into the country park and the fields. They let me off the lead when we'd got away from the road - I liked that. But they had put a coat on me to keep me warm, but when they discovered that I could run they took it off me; didn't want me to get too hot.
And they didn't mind me getting muddy and wet.
Anyway, I have been listening to Sandy and she told me of the places in the park where I could self-fragrance. The humans call it rolling in fox poo but Sandy's description has more class, dontcha think? Anyway, I've been promoted - they're now calling me Sir Maxwell Whiffalot.
21 December 2008
I can get used to this breakfast lark. They don't think I've been fed more than once a day. They're probably right - I'm living for the moment!
I'm doing what I can to please them. They think that before I was just kept out of the way, so I'm doing that here. They're letting me be for the most part but they're encouraging me to come out and take part in their family. I think I like it - it'll just take some getting used to.
I've taken up residence under his desk. I thought they liked it because I was out of the way but I'm beginning to realise that I can do what I like and be where I like and they won't object. Under his desk I can curl round his feet. He tells me that I'm a good boy. At least, that's what I think he's saying and it sounds positive as before I don't think I was talked to as much. They're all like that with me.
20 December 2008
I can't tell them what is was like for me before. What I do know is that I like chicken. Bring it on!
And the sausages are pretty good as well.
20 December 2008
OK - I like the bed under his desk. It's warm and peaceful.
But why does he keep saying I'm his furry footwarmer? And who is Pebbles who used to do this?
19 December 2008
He's just phoned home to see how we are. He's concerned about us. I'm in my bed, Sandy on the bed I'm beside and Kerry's on their bed.
I'm being deafened by their snores!
19 December 2008
Just been round to this place with people in who made me a full participant in technology - I've been chipped, whatever that means. Bit of a shock when I felt the thing go in but I'm a good boy and tolerated it. Now they say they're going to have to clean my teeth and worm me - not looking forward to that.
19 December 2008
I've found all these spaces that are me-sized. They may have invented them for me, but maybe not. Now I have a choice of three beds - doesn't matter which one I use. Top dog is telling me what to do. I think she'll be OK though.
The humans seem pleased to see me.
19 December 2008 - very early morning
I've had a confusing few days. The place where I used to live moved me and all my stuff to another place were there were two other dogs, then this hairy person came and put me into a car allong with my stuff again, drove a long way with me and i met another two dogs. I hope all this moving round stops soon. I don't know what to think.
They say that they've chosen August 14th to be my birthday, after some Saint who uses my name.
Max has been coughing a bit. We were warned that he may because of the heart murmur our vet discovered when we took him round the first time after collecting him. So back to the vet, antibiotics and heart pills because there was a 'wooshing' sound from his heart. Kate (the vet) arranged for him to have a scan with a much more sophisticated bit of kit than out practice has.
So today I took him round and after llistening Mark (the vet) said that he'd admit him to give him the scan. They wanted to avoid sedating him but I gave the consent in case they had to.
The longest two and a half hours later they phoned - they hadn't had to sedate him fortunately and I went to collect him. They had had to shave a bit of his side to get the ultrasound to work best, so he's a bit lopsided and bald at the moment.
The result was that he has a leaky valve - quite leaky. He's still up for several mile walks, although we'll ahve to watch how he goes. We now have to be on daily pills for the rest of his life. And we have to watch him for condition, which could change quickly. He's due back at the vets in two weeks to review progress.
The propress of this is unpredictable, He's not overweight, which is a good thing, and we may have to adjust his diet eventually. But we have him, he's eating and is currenly in on of the dog baskets (the one in front of the TV) covered with a blanket and dozing.
It was one of the best things we've done, having him. And we want to give him the best quality of life available as long as we can. He has an appointment in Cornwall at the end of July, hopefully with a rosette attached. because the OH is determined to enter him at the St Buryan dog show again.
It's amazing how far he's come in just over a year. If we're five minutes later with supper we know about it. He's still a monkey and we know he's leading the others astray. The discover of several of my socks in his basket was a bit of a giveaway.
Have I said we're very glad we had him? 'Cos we are.
18 August 2009
Aw! shucks, guys, thanks.
25 July 2009
Bit of good news - came second in the veterans class at the St Buryan show in Cornwall. Humans seem pleased.
19 July 2009
Open letter to Susiemoose from Max
Hi
Remember me? I was in your house for a couple of days before what I now know was Christmas. That’s seven months ago now.
My owners came to you and left me. I didn’t know what was going to happen to me and I thought I wasn’t going to be around for very much longer. With you there were these two other dogs but I was still wondering what was going to happen. Then this big bloke with a beard came one night and took me off with him. I still didn’t know what was going to happen. We got into his car and he insisted on having me on the front seat next to him. I still didn’t know what was going to happen. Then we got somewhere else and there were these two other dogs and some more people. I found basket under a desk and sat there. I must admit that I was worried.
The people were saying things like “Isn’t he thin” and “Hello, Max” and the dogs were saying things like “who’s this?” and “these people are ours, Buster”. So I got introduced quickly to the pecking order. Then the big bloke got under the desk with me and started feeding me chicken. I tried to say no but the bloke gently insisted and then the smell got to me and then I ate some. I was still worried.
The next morning I was taken out and up the road to the vet – only a couple of hundred yards. Then I was weighted, chipped and poked and prodded and then they were told I had a slight heart murmur. I was worried at that and thought they might ship me off again but then I heard the words “forever home”. When they weighed me they found I was underweight.
I didn’t eat properly for a week or so. The big beardy hand fed me – but being a bloke I was a bit scared of him and couldn’t understand why he was being nice to me – something in my past, I assume.
Anyway, Christmas came (more food – tasty) and the other dogs accepted me more.
I’d better tell you about my first walk in the park with them. They kept me on a lead for the first couple of hundred yards, then as I seemed to be behaving (Whatd’ya mean, of course I’m a good boy!) they let me off to explore. I came back when called. Thought I’d lull them into a false sense of security. – heh heh!. The other two dogs, who were getting a bit less stand-offish by this time – showed me some of the ropes. Anyway we all came home and lounged round by the fire. At least they did. I went straight for a basket, I felt safer.
The walk thing for to be routine – I knew where we were going and led the way.
So that was the beginning. Since then things have improved steadily. I managed to eat for myself out of a dogs bowl – think I was less scared. And then these things called treats. And breakfast – where we all get fed by hand with biscuit – it’s good. In the beginning I didn’t want much – the vet said that probably my stomach was small, so they gave me several meals a day. I learned quickly not to object. It took a couple of months for me to have the confidence and desire to join in the queue for dinner. Kerry was always first in that queue, but now I’m a close second and have been known to be first. About a month ago when I was last weighted at the vet I’d put on just over a kilo since they had me. The vet’s pleased – and she noticed that my coat was gleaming – her words – and that I was much more active.
At one time they were bothered I’d go and hide – in the larder was my place but I haven’t been doing that for a while now. I’m not as often in a basket – preferring one of the other comfortable places there are here – mats, sofas, beds. They want me to come up on the bed with them. I don’t really understand that yet, but they seem very pleased when I do.
What else? Oh yes, tennis balls. There’s always a lot scattered round the house here. Sandy objected at first but she doesn’t any more – we share the balls. I’ll carry one round for ages and chase it a couple of times, but Sandy will chase one all day.
However there’s the name they’ve now taken to calling me. It may have something to do with the interesting places that they hide things. I think they call them bins. It may also have something to do with my exploring in the kitchen. They call it counter surfing. I think I’m just being a dog. It may be something about the way I look. They took another photo of me and posted it http://www.doggysnaps.com/kennels/john_colby/max/ and there’s my name for all to see.
Recently I’ve also taken up gardening. Sandy was digging her own swimming pool and then Kerry wanted one as well so I thought I’d help. http://www.doggysnaps.com/kennels/john_colby/max/?PID=802111
So what do I do? Well, I follow her round. When she goes upstairs I follow. When’s she’s trying to do things round the house I’m there. When he goes out to work I try to follow. But more often than not it’s with a tennis ball in the side of my mouth. They say that the three of us more like a pack every day. And we’re now all on the bed to have our tummies rubbed. Gets a bit crowded sometimes but I like it.
Anyway we’re off to Cornwall tomorrow, wherever that is. They’ve told me about the sea – good thing, I like water! http://www.doggysnaps.com/kennels/john_colby/max/?VID=1
I’m also told that I’m now a member of the Celtic Terrors. And we blog – I know what they is, having been there before. So by the end of next month there will be the story of our holiday. If he ever gets his finger out to do it!
Anyway I’m told that reason I stayed with you for a couple of days was about my tail and how it wagged. It still is. And now I have no reason to stop it.
Thanks to you, that is.
Max XX
22 May 2009
I'm finding that I can do what I want and they're happy for me to do that. I heard them say that they're glad they had me. Nice to be wanted like that.
17 March 2009
Happy birthday to yooooooou!
Happy birthday to yooooooou!
Happy birthday dear Kerry,
Happy birthday to yooooooou!
14 February 2009
Went to the vets this morning for my booster. Kerry came, too, for hers, but we left Sandy at home. She was none too happy, until she found out why we went round.
The vet said I'm OK for my age, and told them what to look out for if this heart murmur causes me problems. But at the moment I'm behaving like a puppy.
20 January 2009
Happy birthday to yooooooou!
Happy birthday to yooooooou!
Happy birthday dear Sandy,
Happy birthday to yooooooou!
13 January 2009
Look, I'm an intelligent dog, right? So if there's a box of tennis balls on the table they're not much use to me up there, right?. So I climb on the table to get them, right?
She was a bit surprised, though, when my nose appeared over her shoulder.
11 January 2009
They think I've not been given many treats before, so they're making sure we get them. The others tell me this is normal, but I'm worried that it may stop. The others tell me that it won't.
They cook for us as well - we have what they have, sometimes. Well, bits of it anyway. But I'm definitely eating well and although they're still checking my ribs there's more flesh there. I'm learning a lot of things, mainly that they like having me around and will talk to me all the time. But if I just want to lay about they let me.
I've also learnt that following them into the kitchen can sometimes be profitable, although they sometimes refer to us as the furry carpet. But we're dogs! We can do these things!
3 January 2009
Went somewhere else today. Met up with a couple of Cav KCs. Cold but enjoyed being out with them.
1 January 2009
Walk - food - fire - sleep - walk - markie or two fire - food - sleep - tennis ball - walk - bark - choc drop or a few - sleep - fire - food - biscuits.
Well, that's been my year so far.
28 December 2008
Sandy and Kerry have nicked his PC while he's been cooking and are showing me how to use it. I've seen all the comments people are sending me against my photos - thank you all very much.
I really am settling in now - I'm able to stretch out and not being sent to my basket the whole time. This thing they call a fire is great - they put coal and logs on it and we all just lie there, toasting. the food's not bad - in fact I feel that I can start reminding them when I'd like some, and they seem pleased that I'm doing that. I know the way home when we get out of the car and my way round the park. I'm free - a concept I hadn't thought much about until now.
27 December 2008
Fooled them. Sue said I was good on the lead. I think I am but I'm up in front with the others now! Trouble is that he doesn't move fast enough - He really doesn't appreciate the necessity of getting to the smells when they're freshest, and you can only do that at top speed.
I'll educate him!
25 December 2008
You know this collie part of me - well, they've decided that it's Welsh, on account of one of my ears folding over at the tip, which is apparently a mark of that breed.
So they've decided that I can now join the Celtic Terrors clan.
25 December 2008
It's past lunchtime. Where's this famous Christmas Lunch I've been hearing so much about?
I'm getitng to know them now, so it's probably late!
25 December 2008
Christmas Day. it's a Christmas I never thought I'd see! Thanks to Molly and Floss for having me for a couple of days.
I'm getting to be more sure of myself. I heard them say that I'm turning into a little rascal! I think they like that, although I'd thought of myself as more mature, a kind of suave, sophisticated Raffles type character. They are keeping the little nibbles, like the turkey, out of my reach.
I don't recognise myself as the dog I was last week, and neither do they.
24 December 2008
I understand that I'm the dog of the week, and am appearing in the Christmas Eve Blog for Dogs Trust. Naturally my appearance fees will rise. Appearances will be by appointment, and my fees, whatever you consider reasonable, payable to "Dogs Trust", if you please. Better still, go sponsor a dog. I know I'm fortunate, there are others less so. You know where to go to do it.
23 December 2008
I wouldn't go out this morning. It was EARLY as they were going out shopping. So I just got picked up and carried downstairs. I don't tyhnk I've been picked up since I was a pup, so I hung on and it wasn't too bad. I feel safer now.
I really am getting used to this breakfast thing. And knowing it's OK to have treats.
22 December 2008
I could get used to this breakfast lark. Pity they have to go out today.
21 December 2008
I've seen them on this sofa thing but not dared to get up there - I think I was told that dogs were not allowed on the furniture. However he wanted me there tonight, so i did, for a bit.
21 December 2008
They say I need feeding up to gain some weight. They say I'm very thin. I try to eat for them but it's difficult when you're not used to it. Mind you, they try all sorts of different things to try to tempt me. Tonight it was beef, biscuit and a few carrots - some of what they were having. In know there's more chicken in the fridge with my name on, but not yet - I want time to savour it.
I'm not used to this type of food. At least, I don't think I am. But what I am sure of is the bed I;ve adopted which is out of the wind, out of draughts and warm. There's a radiator nearby and it feels great. They come over and stroke me every so often - all three of them - so I think they want me to stay. But I'm not sure yet. In my position I think I've got the right to be a little bit scared. But I think they understand.
21 December 2008
I'm told this is the solstice, whatever that means. Perhaps it meant that we'd go over into the country park and the fields. They let me off the lead when we'd got away from the road - I liked that. But they had put a coat on me to keep me warm, but when they discovered that I could run they took it off me; didn't want me to get too hot.
And they didn't mind me getting muddy and wet.
Anyway, I have been listening to Sandy and she told me of the places in the park where I could self-fragrance. The humans call it rolling in fox poo but Sandy's description has more class, dontcha think? Anyway, I've been promoted - they're now calling me Sir Maxwell Whiffalot.
21 December 2008
I can get used to this breakfast lark. They don't think I've been fed more than once a day. They're probably right - I'm living for the moment!
I'm doing what I can to please them. They think that before I was just kept out of the way, so I'm doing that here. They're letting me be for the most part but they're encouraging me to come out and take part in their family. I think I like it - it'll just take some getting used to.
I've taken up residence under his desk. I thought they liked it because I was out of the way but I'm beginning to realise that I can do what I like and be where I like and they won't object. Under his desk I can curl round his feet. He tells me that I'm a good boy. At least, that's what I think he's saying and it sounds positive as before I don't think I was talked to as much. They're all like that with me.
20 December 2008
I can't tell them what is was like for me before. What I do know is that I like chicken. Bring it on!
And the sausages are pretty good as well.
20 December 2008
OK - I like the bed under his desk. It's warm and peaceful.
But why does he keep saying I'm his furry footwarmer? And who is Pebbles who used to do this?
19 December 2008
He's just phoned home to see how we are. He's concerned about us. I'm in my bed, Sandy on the bed I'm beside and Kerry's on their bed.
I'm being deafened by their snores!
19 December 2008
Just been round to this place with people in who made me a full participant in technology - I've been chipped, whatever that means. Bit of a shock when I felt the thing go in but I'm a good boy and tolerated it. Now they say they're going to have to clean my teeth and worm me - not looking forward to that.
19 December 2008
I've found all these spaces that are me-sized. They may have invented them for me, but maybe not. Now I have a choice of three beds - doesn't matter which one I use. Top dog is telling me what to do. I think she'll be OK though.
The humans seem pleased to see me.
19 December 2008 - very early morning
I've had a confusing few days. The place where I used to live moved me and all my stuff to another place were there were two other dogs, then this hairy person came and put me into a car allong with my stuff again, drove a long way with me and i met another two dogs. I hope all this moving round stops soon. I don't know what to think.
They say that they've chosen August 14th to be my birthday, after some Saint who uses my name.
Max
About me
my kennel
breed
profile
11 years old, male
my family
Sandy, Holly, Pebbles, Kerry, Celtic Terrors Holiday Dogblog
treats
Kennel owner's status
Pooch personality
energy
zzzz woof woof
friendliness
grrrgh waggy tail
obedience
forget it right away
intelligence
durr? e=mc2
temperament
chill whooah
What my owner says
loves
Chicken, being part of a household of dogs
hates
Being left behind - for any reason
favourite toy
Tennis Ball
favourite food
Chicken, ham, sausages, gravy, turkey, tripe, markies - come on - I'm a dog!
favourite place
With humans or in bed. Or on a walk
what my humans like most about me
Friendliness, happiness and just being a dog
how i met my owner(s)
I was rescued by susiemoose to stop me from being PTS, and adopted on 18th December 2008. Without her, well ...
other stuff about me
29 January 2010 Max has been coughing a bit. We were warned that he may because of the heart murm.....
