Poor Max got his paws washed again this morning. He loves digging in mud, heck he likes digging in just about anything he can dig in. This morning in the back yard, it was mud and lots of it. Well, as soon as Dave saw that Max's paws were muddy, he hauled out a bucket of warm water and stuck each of Max's paws in it and washed them off. Max was not happy, he never is when it comes to getting his paws washed, even just getting them wiped off makes him unhappy. Being a terrorist, um I mean, terrier, it's in his very make up to dig. That's what terriers are meant to do, dig and chase things. But he knows that if he has muddy paws and we see them, if we say, "Stop," he'd better stop.
Lord forbid if something gets into the back yard because Max will chase it. A couple times a stray cat got back there and got away with all but one life gone. He scared their lives right out of them. He did have the other dogs back there with him, but he was the fastest and therefore the first to almost get the cats. The first time David was out there so he picked up the cat and put it over the fence. The second time, the cat got out on its own. I haven't seen either one since.
He won't chase ours though because he knows he's not allowed to, but even then, sometimes the thrill of the chase will overtake him and he'll try. There are baby gates on all of the bedrooms though, so the cats know that as long as they get to the other side of those gates, they'll be fine and then they sit there as if to tell him, "You think you're so smart." Little do they know that he actually knows how to open the gates if they're not locked, at least the one to our room anyway, but he never does if they're in there. He knows that he will be in big trouble if he does. So instead, he'll sit in the hallway and bark and growl at them.
Have you ever seen a dog fly, Max does that too. Okay, it's not really flying, it's more like leaping over a building in a single bound, only with Max, it's leaping over the yard in a single bound. He leaps pretty far too. He's even been known to leap over one of the other dogs if they're in his way coming out the back door. He's also been known to push them off the small landing we have at the back door in his rush to get outside. Then he goes leaping across the yard, stops, checks things out, sometimes he lets out a "roo" or two, and then if someone calls him, comes leaping back into the house. He doesn't run, he leaps. It's so funny to watch. If no one calls him, he'll stay out there and torment Rolli until she growls at him and chases him around the yard or come to the back door and scratch until someone lets him in.
Even with his love for the outdoors, Max won't go out if it's raining, if he can help it. He hates the rain. He'll step out on the landing and then turn around and come right back in. He's also like that with snow, but more so with rain. Unless he really has to do something, then he'll do it as fast as possible and make a beeline for the door.
Right now Max is here on the couch snoozing away. I guess he wore himself out earlier. He leads such a tough puppy life, let me tell ya. If only we could all have a life as tough as his. But he's definitely loved and he knows it and that's all he asks.
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