Max is my big-ass American Bulldog puppy. 75lbs to be exact. At six months.
Uh…yeah.
Today, aching, tired and hungry, my husband arrived home, an hour late, to the smell of doggie poo. He looked high and low in Max’s little crate but the source of the odiforous-ness was missing. Where or where could the missing poo [...]
Tonight, when I got home from work, my husband was in a terrible mood. He was lying down on the couch, all bundled up under the hand-kint blanket that we’d received as a wedding gift. Max, the Magnificent puppy, was full of energy. As soon as I opened the door, Max was there waiting, tail wagging, trying desperately to be good by staying seated, but finding it impossible. Max greeted me warmly; my husband didn’t.
I’ve never considered myself an animal lover. In fact, I hate cats (they’re creepy) and find dogs annoying – all the tail wagging, slobbering, peeing and pooing – not for me. The puppy presently lying at my feet is no exception; Maximus the Maniac is really a pain in the ass. But, he’s MY pain [...]