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| Name: |
Max
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Age: |
Five and a half years old
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| Gender: |
Male |
Breed: |
Pointer, Dalmatian mix |
| Home: |
Aylmer, Quebec, Canada |
This
is my dog Max, running towards me. He loves his long weekend walks
on the trails. We got Max as a three-month-old pup. He's half dalmatian and
half pointer, but everyone thinks he's a black lab with a tuxedo. He's
the calmest, gentlest, hungriest, most loving being in my house. I love
the way he greets me when I come home, with his lips curled up and
smiling away. He also does this smile when he's being scolded when
caught at something he shouldn't do, like eating Winston the cat's food
which sometimes he just can't help himself from gulping down. Max is
the best dog to walk and never pulls, even my 9 year old nephew can walk
him no problem. When Max was a youngster, he used to literally drop
himself down on the floor to lie down to go to sleep. Nowadays, he will
fix his blanket and go around in circles for a good five minutes so
that everything is just perfect for him to lie down. He sleeps in our
room and he sounds just like a human being the way he breathes in his
sleep; sometimes he howls like a wolf in his dreams, and often he runs
in his sleep.
If we play the harmonica, Max will give us a little
howling concert, it's quite entertaining. He does many tricks for a
treat, like cookie on the nose, speak, or find the cookie. When I'm
preparing meals, he is right there to help me in case I drop anything,
and he usually gets his "greens" this way, as he loves vegetables. We
call him the sous-chef around here. But while we are eating, he politely
lies in his spot. Max is a very good friend and we all love him a lot,
even Winston the cat, although he won't admit it.
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