A Year Ago...

You were found on a highway in Jal, New Mexico.  I use February 1 as the date, because that's the date scratched on your rabies tag.  That's behind you, Max. We're planning to celebrate your life on February 9, the day you came to us.  That will be your unofficial second birthday.

 

You're in a household where everyone is bigger than you.  Play gets a little rough, sometimes, but that doesn't stop you.  First defense: growl and bark, then run near mom.

 

Growling, barking and whining are also used when you want something- breakfast, dinner, a toy, or something Canon has...

Ten Months...

...and I still marvel that you're a part of our lives!  Sweet, sweet boy.



My Protector

You protect me from:

• people walking by the house
• the neighbors
• thunder and lightning
• things that go bump in the night
• dogs barking
• the washer on spin cycle
• the phone
• the doorbell
• creaks in the house
• the refrigerator
• the dishwasher
• coyotes in the distance

GOOD DOG!!!!!!

6 Months!

We've been together for half a year!  You rule two big poodles and me.
I love you freshly groomed...

  or freshly bathed...

Face it.  You're just wonderful!

Going on 5 Months

The fun continues...

It's been almost 5 months.  You know how to get a vantage point to rule the two big dogs.  Watching the three of you makes my day, noisy as it is.

You seem to prefer playing with Canon.  Following him around is fun for you, as is attacking him on our way to breakfast in the morning.

One of the great things is, because of your size, you'll always look like a cute puppy.  People ask me what you are.  Sometimes you're a poodle, or poodle cross, or and I-don't know, but you're always cute!

Even at the end!

Bonds

All sorts of bonds have been formed since you joined us in early February.  What I thought was going to kill you-- Canon going after you-- is now actually fun to watch.

Caprice likes to get in on the fun, too!

Now I know you can defend yourself, and even that you can be the instigator.  Poor Canon!

But I am thrilled with my pack!



 



Haircut

Thursday was nerve-wracking for your mama, and probably for you, too.  You went to visit Lynne at Completely Gone to the Dogs for your first haircut.  I wondered how you would do, because you let me do so little with your looks.  Would you look like a poodle when she was done?  Would she hurt your broken tail?  What about those four dew claws?  Would we lose our cute little boy to a well-groomed dog?



You were magnificent.  Lynne said you did well and both she and Joanna thought you were a sweet boy.  You looked great.  Soft. Clean.   Poodley, but still with your own identity.  Cute as ever.
 

 

And totally worn out!