Max Makes His Moves

Hi, I am Max. Mad Max to my family. My specialty is home decoration and renovation – they redecorate and renovate after I’ve torn everything apart. Marie Kondo has nothing on me.

Life for them was so banal before I arrived last month, The lilacs were blooming, and I automatically sensed that mother had a spark of joy for them. I went digity, digity—Father pointed out that this was the exact opposite of what I was supposed to do. But I’m still a puppy; I’m allowed a few thousand learning experiences!

My new sister, the cat ( Xenia, empress of all she surveys), says that I should be immured in a deep dark prison; and locked away until I mature. Can I help it that cat food tastes so good?

Well, this is just the start of the day. Father’s garden needs weeding, and I’ve offered to help. What did they do before I came along?

6 Replies to “Max Makes His Moves”

  1. I forgot what it was like to have a puppy. My Grandpuppy came to stay this weekend. Phew! So, glad she isn’t my responsibility 24-7. Ophelia (10 yr old dog) was not amused.

  2. His cattle dog instincts are just kicking in. He is beginning to like supervising and inspection . He now wants to know where everyone is…very much like Sam before him.

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