Ah, how time flies.
It has already been almost 4 weeks since we got our Fuzzy-Wuzzy Maxie. When we got home with him, we were sure Millie was gonna put up a fuss, but surprisingly, no. All Miss Mill's did was sniff him, and try to steal his supper.
Millie quickly set out to teach Max everything. Good, (wrestling and ball-chasing) and bad (digging). Recently she has taught Max that chicken and goat poop is a delicacy. (Sigh) Millie loves Max, and they both squash themselves into one dog-house, but sometimes he gets on her nerves with all his energy.
Max is actually pretty mellow and calm for a puppy. He still acts like a puppy in some ways, by jumping on everyone (we're working on that one), chasing chickens (we're really working on that one), and chewing on everything that looks chewable, listed but not limited to: Metal water bowl, Plastic water bowl, ball, chew-bone, sticks, fingers, and pant legs while walking along side an unsuspecting human. Max and Millie are partners in crime, ganging up on chickens until Taylor or I come to scold, and then Millie acts all innocent, and tries to turn Max into her fall-guy. Little stinker.
I love dogs, after only almost 4 weeks here, Max is twice as big as Millie. It's so funny to watch Max, he acts like a big dog already. Very different from little energeticc Millie.
Millie: Races towards you (put-put-put), hops down the steps, (thump-thump-thump) and puts both muddy feet on your nice clean jeans (soft thwack).
Max: Lopes slowly towards you (wump-wump-wump), clambers down the steps (Ga-lump. Ga-lump. Ga-lump.), and then paws, (not jumps) at your leg with a muddy paw.
I love my dogs. Feel free to tell me abaout yours in the comments!