Category Archives: Max

Poor Max

Max With Elizabethan Collar

A double whammy for Max today. Not only did he have to have a general anaesthetic at the vets so he could be neutered, but he also now has to suffer the indignation of wearing an Elizabethan collar for the next few days to stop him worrying the wound.

He’s also got to take it easy for the next few days.  Not much of a problem it you’re an old dog but a bit of an issue for an energetic young puppy!

Bad Max!

Max managed to destroy his first toy (Gnasher) on its first day! However, unlike pigs, its squeak is used. If Max won’t come when called ( a relatively rare occurrence now) I just press the Gnasher squeaker a couple of times and he drops everything and comes running.

I was proud that Max appeared to be very house trained. Until I took him to Shoecraft to buy a dog tag. (He may be chipped and have a passport but he still needs a tag!)

John  kindly let him into the shop and the first thing that Max did was pee on the floor. Quite why he waited ’til then I don’t know, but John was very sanguine about it all – so a big thank you to John!

Special Delivery!

Our new dog, Max, arrived today. He’s a rescue dog (or rather five month old puppy) from Spain and came in a van via France and the Channel Tunnel.

Pet Transporter

Incredibly the van arrived within five minutes of the time they said they would. After such a long drive I was expecting them to be four or five hours late.

Max's Pet Passport
Max’s Pet Passport

Our first task was to give the dog a shower as it was very muddy and had been travelling since early Tuesday evening. I was expecting this to be quite a struggle. Far from it, Max appeared to relish it.

The task now is to housetrain him – I’ve never known a dog to pee so much – and then move on to other training. He’s already virtually destroyed his first toy – a soft Gnasher – but seems to love it.

Max and Gnasher
Max and Gnasher