Wednesday, September 3rd

Today I am 74 days old, and I barked at my mommy several times. Every time she told me "NO", "OUCH" or "STOP". I have decided if she is going to talk that way to me, I will talk back to her.

I have discovered the way out of the sewing room and can escape in seconds from the room now. No matter how many times she tries to block me in, I am out of there in lickety split. When she is chasing me, I sometimes stop and wait until she gets kinda of close and then I scoot away from her... It is so much fun!

Max has his own quilt...

I found the time to work in the sewing room, and Max loves the time spent in there. I did get the opportunity to finish his quilt and he loves playing with it. He and I went to the campsite last night. I am not sure he is in love with the riding in the boat, and the jumping fish gave us both a fright on our way back in last night. I have posted a few more pictures of him in his album if you are interested in what he has been up to...

Just in case you are worried that Max may not be getting any treats here at our house..

I am headed to the sewing room!

Connie

Max - The Ankle-Biter...

Oh, this week has been a lesson in patience, pain tolerance, creative use of paper towels, and overall poop cleaning....

I have also discovered by the pickiness of our little blessing that there is a HUGE difference in treats...

Max loves these.. 2 Paws UP