Day 358

The tree from my dog's point of view.

Day 348

It hit 14 and sunny today.  I left work early and took the dog to the park.  He was in a very playful mood.  this duck wasn't.

Day 328

The leftovers when the carnivore in the house orders the pizza.  Our dog has no idea how lucky he is to live with a veggie lover!

Day 323

The other Zoe in my boy's life.  She is 12 weeks old and Max is completely smitten.  And by smitten I mean he tries to hump her every chance he gets.  She doesn't seem to mind, the tart!

Day 321

This is me warming my butt and hands against the fire.  I got caught out in the rain while walking Max.

Day 308

I am trying to get him out for a walk before it pours.  Not going to happen I guess.  He is a little stubborn.  Okay, a lot stubborn and due to his low center of gravity I have no ability to move him without his only motivator - food.  Sadly we have so much in common.

Day 282

My boys.

Day 277

The look I got when I told him that his pool was going to be put away for the winter.  I don't think he really understood, but he definitely didn't like the word winter.  None of us do, Max, none of us do.

Day 268

Max follows the person with the pie.

Day 257

This shot looks very demonic.  This is how my boy looks after I just worked a 14 hour day.  This is his "rub my butt, bitch" look.

And yes, Darren had the fire on when I got home.

Day 256

These two pretending to like each other while I am watching.  They are playing nice because I just put a mac and cheese in the oven, and if they misbehave they won't get any.

Day 255

We are eating something you like, eh?

Day 240

If all goes according to plan, I will get to be a dog in my next life.  It does seem pretty sweet.

Day 237

He seems to like the feel of my new rug against his butt.  Not liking the outlook of this rug.

Day 227

He curls around a corner like this when he has gas.  His butt is in one room, while his nose is in another.

Day 209

Blue cheese dip.  It smells nasty and looks even nastier, but it is so delicious.  It is the exact opposite of Max's feet.  They are cute in a furry muppet kind of way, they smell yummy in a corn chip kind of way, but they taste like what you imagine feet that don't wear shoes outside will taste like.  I love him anyway.

Day 208

Max and I were out for our walk when Darren drove by and took pity on Max.  Of course, Max couldn't get into the backseat, so I walked home alone.  I got a few stares from the neighbours, but no one dared ask where Max was.

Day 202

So I am trying to book a cottage for a week's vacation. (Did anyone else start singing Fresh Prince? No, just me?) They have to allow dogs, and really can't have too many stairs as Max doesn't like new stairs.  They have to internet, and can't be too rustic as Darren doesn't do rustic.

I really should just leave the two high maintenance beings in my family home and have this vacation be just about me.

Day 200

He is the Gene Simmons of our backyard.

Day 198

The nightly grooming session.  Let me tell you, that tongue is really rough.  It could exfoliate the roughest of skins.  It is the pumice of tongues.