Mostly Max stuff
Feb. 25th, 2005 08:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jdmkleinMax must have known that Master was coming home that day. When we finally got to bed that first night Master found a rawhide chew tidily tucked between the mattress and His pillow. Lovingly put there by Max. Max knows he is not supposed to be on the bed, but every once in a while i catch him up there. i don't know when Max did the deed on Wednesday, but that was his welcome home gift to Master.
We took him out to the desert yesterday to let him run. i hadn't been able to take him out for his evening run for three days because of the emerson problems. Max handled the confinement quite well. i did take him out on the patio and play bring-back-the-ball several times during those days so he could burn off some of the built up energy. With Max playing catch is more like playing keep-away, though. i will throw the ball and he retrieves it. Then he sets it down on the bench next to me and when i reach for it, he grabs it away. He thinks that is just about the best fun in the world. Even when i am able to snatch it away from him before he can snatch it away from me he enjoys it. He seems to realize some unwritten rule of fair play. It isn't a competition with him so much as it is a game. He doesn't have to win all the time. He seems to know that if he does, it takes away the fun of the game.
He is guarding the bedroom door right now. Protecting his master's right to sleep. Or, he is guarding the bedroom door right now so he doesn't miss anything when Master wakes up and comes out.
Max has some weird fascination with wash cloths. If the bathroom door is open, it's likely i will find a find a used wash cloth on the floor or on Max's couch. He doesn't chew on them, or play with them. He just doesn't understand why they are on the towel rack and not on the floor where they belong. i can't figure that one out.
i moved the tree out on to the balcony. When Max discovered that, he did his best Phil imitation. First the double take, from the living-room door to the computer room door, checking out all the angles. Now this is the very tree that i had to put a fence around to keep Max from burying his rawhide strip in. The only thing that has changed about the tree is its location and that is only a matter of feet, but at first he reacted like he had walked out into a totally different world. i suppose he is like any human who notices something different in their world. With Max, the reaction time is immediate, the difference between him and me is that it takes him longer to process the change. i can understand how/why it happened and accept the change immediately. With Max there is a different process.
A pigeon had the temerity to fly in and sit on the balcony rail while the door was open. Max made short work of that. He flew out the door like a shot, startled the bird, and then strutted back into the room with a satisfied smirk on his face. That is one pigeon who won't be back while the doors are open.
Master brought back a jar of malt. Last night He made homemade malted milks for us for dessert. The only other place in this country that i know where one can get a malt right now is Johnny Rocket's.
i'm on a roll; two days in a row.
We took him out to the desert yesterday to let him run. i hadn't been able to take him out for his evening run for three days because of the emerson problems. Max handled the confinement quite well. i did take him out on the patio and play bring-back-the-ball several times during those days so he could burn off some of the built up energy. With Max playing catch is more like playing keep-away, though. i will throw the ball and he retrieves it. Then he sets it down on the bench next to me and when i reach for it, he grabs it away. He thinks that is just about the best fun in the world. Even when i am able to snatch it away from him before he can snatch it away from me he enjoys it. He seems to realize some unwritten rule of fair play. It isn't a competition with him so much as it is a game. He doesn't have to win all the time. He seems to know that if he does, it takes away the fun of the game.
He is guarding the bedroom door right now. Protecting his master's right to sleep. Or, he is guarding the bedroom door right now so he doesn't miss anything when Master wakes up and comes out.
Max has some weird fascination with wash cloths. If the bathroom door is open, it's likely i will find a find a used wash cloth on the floor or on Max's couch. He doesn't chew on them, or play with them. He just doesn't understand why they are on the towel rack and not on the floor where they belong. i can't figure that one out.
i moved the tree out on to the balcony. When Max discovered that, he did his best Phil imitation. First the double take, from the living-room door to the computer room door, checking out all the angles. Now this is the very tree that i had to put a fence around to keep Max from burying his rawhide strip in. The only thing that has changed about the tree is its location and that is only a matter of feet, but at first he reacted like he had walked out into a totally different world. i suppose he is like any human who notices something different in their world. With Max, the reaction time is immediate, the difference between him and me is that it takes him longer to process the change. i can understand how/why it happened and accept the change immediately. With Max there is a different process.
A pigeon had the temerity to fly in and sit on the balcony rail while the door was open. Max made short work of that. He flew out the door like a shot, startled the bird, and then strutted back into the room with a satisfied smirk on his face. That is one pigeon who won't be back while the doors are open.
Master brought back a jar of malt. Last night He made homemade malted milks for us for dessert. The only other place in this country that i know where one can get a malt right now is Johnny Rocket's.
i'm on a roll; two days in a row.
