Max the Dog Story
This story is about me, Max, the Chihuahua dog, the four legged type. My name is Sir Maximillian Beau the First, aka pimp daddy Max. Beau, comes from my French daddy, the human one. My mom gets a kick out of that pimp daddy name so humour her will ya.
She likes to dress me up in all of these pimped out clothes that a classy dog like me should never have to endure. What’s a dog to do? I like it just fine au naturel. She pretends that she doesn’t hear me on these days. Thank goodness, they don’t come around often.
Sorry, rambling a bit. Anyway, I was born in a litter of 4 pups, way out in the country somewhere to my Chihuahua ma and pop. Ma, was a fat Chihuahua but very protective. I really don’t know anything about my pop.
Fun with dogs
Mom and dad showed up at my birthplace when I was eight weeks old. I’m a purebred by the way. Mom just didn’t get my birth papers because that was extra.
I knew I was going on an adventure when they put me in the car. I was so good too. I didn’t even puke on the ride to my new home.
Well, those first nights alone were horribly lonely because I didn’t have my brothers and sisters to curl up with and keep me warm anymore. Mom and dad probably wished for awhile that they had left me with my other family. Goodness, I mewled, bawled and whined until I finally got it out of my system.
Soon after, she started training me in a kitty litter. Not a good experience I’ll tell you. I like my feet to be clean at all times and this stuff would stick to my paws. Yuck. It was quite harsh on my delicate paws. I’m bourgeois and you can call me spoiled. See if I care!! Everything has to be the best quality for this pooch. Perhaps, in a past life I was a royal dog or something.
Anyway, don’t hold it against your boy. Mom gave me treats when I followed the plan. I learn fast. Kitty litter equals lots of treats. Truth is mom is a real stickler for keeping the place clean, so I had to get with the program. You should see her when it comes to her garden but I’ll talk about that later.
By now, I was probably about ten or twelve weeks old. I still didn’t have much of a voice. I was getting used to the house but I scare really easily. Any loud noise would have me running between mom’s legs to hide. The vacuum scared me, strangers, the doorbell, other dogs and you get the idea. GMAB, this was still new to me ok.
I grew and grew and gave mom and dad lots of laughter. They celebrated my birthdays and gave me toys, treats, hugs, kisses and many rubs every time I flashed my big, soulful eyes their way.
They taught me tricks like how to wink at someone, shake paw, roll over and spin in a circle. That was exhausting but I got lots of goodies out of it.
Now, I’m a big dog. I am turning 4years old this year. I am master of all that I survey, except for mom of course. She’s the biggest dog of all. Can’t touch that!!
Travelling with a dog;tips
Each morning, I wake up my mom ‘cause dad is too busy snoring to hear anything. It’s a good thing I can sleep through all of that noise. Oh yeah, where was I? I paw and scratch at mom’s bed to let her know that I gotta go. Sometimes, she mumbles stuff and turns over and I have to give her a little while longer. Then I try again.
When she lets me out I head for my special corner to take care of business you understand. Then I tap on the patio doors again and she lets me in. If it’s still dark out mom, heads back to bed and I dog nap on my cushy bed.
At breakfast time she heads for the kitchen to get tea and I get my treat and fresh, sparkling water for my thirst. I’m not allowed to beg for food. I just turn my back and snack while she does her thing.
If it’s a nice sunny day then we head outside to play. I check out all of the buggers that have been in my yard since I was last there. It’s my yard and I am the big dog here. Don’t you forget it!!
Mom loves gardening and I have to be especially careful about messing with her plants. Hell hath no fury like a mama whose plants have been trampled. I’d have to do some time out in my dog house and no way do I want that. It’s dark, hot and barren in there and it’s beautiful out here. I love the sunshine and heat for all seasons. I must have lived in the Caribbean too at one time. You can catch me sun bathing inside or out. Where ever the sun falls, there I am.
I’m about to wrap this story up now. Aunty, she’s tall and loves me a lot. When she comes over she gives me hugs and rubs my bum too. I’ve trained her well. Anyhow, her typing fingers must be getting tired.
The best part of my day is when dad comes home from work. I can smell him when he gets out of the car in the driveway. It’s my hunting dog, nose skill. I run to the door barking, not too much of course because mom would get mad and I run back and forth until he opens the door.
Suddenly, the door opens and there he is with a big smile for me. I lick his boots and he pats me on the head and tickles my belly. Know what? Then he asks me if I want a cookie. Oh boy, one ginormous cookie all for me. I run to the spot and sit up nicely. Voila!! It’s mine.
When dad goes to relax on the couch after work, I’m right there with him. I’m a sucker for those rubs and he can’t resist me. I told you how irresistible I am. It’s our male bonding time.
There you have it, a look into my day. Next time I’ll tell you about my favourite toys and games. You know, more personal stuff. I might be small but I got a lot going on.
I’m looking for a date mate too. All the sexy, female, pooches out there, come holla at me. Sir Maximillian Beau 1, at your service.