Went to let Jake out this morning and of course, Max went running out too. He always has to go out whenever one of the others go out. He's always has to be where he thinks the action is going to be. He also loves going outside to explore and to see what he can dig up, literally.
It was so funny this morning though, he went running down the sidewalk towards the back gate, made a sharp left turn behind the lilac bushes and then stopped. The next minute a bird came flying out of one of the lilac bushes and flew away. I'm sure it was laughing at him the whole time.
Another thing Max loves are his squeaky toys. So much so that if Angel tries to take the one that he has, he'll growl at her. Or if she das one, he'll take it from her. We call it that terrier attitude, he thinks he's the boss, numero uno, no number four for this little guy, no way, no how; that is until one of the others puts him in his place.
Even Jake, wuss that he may be, will put Max in his place when he's had enough of Max bossing him around. After all, he was the first one here and is the oldest. He lets Max know that he deserves respect, not too often though.
Rolli though is the real boss, the real numero uno and lets everyone know. For a small dog, she sure has a big attitude. She's not that far behind Jake in age, but everyone knows, even Jake, that she is top dog. It's always been that way.
Max loves to torment her though. She's about the same size and weight that he is, so she's the perfect target as far as he's concerned. He'll pull on her collar or harness and bark at her or roo-roo her. When he roo-roos, it usually means he's telling her off. It means other things in other situations, but it's funny when he does it, but then again, almost anything he does is funny. He is such a funny pup.
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