Good morning Cape Breton.
Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home.
I am typing this is a small jail cell in Scotlake.
Yes, I'm at the kennel again.
The Big Guy is supposed to come get me for 9:00 this morning. But I'm a dog. I can look at the Big Guy's watch, but it doesn't tell me shit.
But it's super important to him as I NEVER see him with out a watch on.
Tonya dropped me off at this place. She said it was so that I could have fun.
Yes, I suppose I do have fun.
Yes, I did get to run around and sniff all kinds of new stuff.
Yes, I did meet a few other dogs that have been here before.
But that's not the point.
I wanted to be home while everyone else had Thanksgiving feast.
I'm sure I would have got some turkey, gravy and potatoes. At the very least. Then I could have just laid out like all the other humans. Just laid there in a sleepy state while digesting the meal.
They even had some ham. Lordy, how I would have loved to get some ham. I don't care if it gives me the trots. That's their problem, not mine.
Your Blast From the Past
Your Daily Video - Max our Bernese Mountain Dog is tired from being at Doggie Daycare
Bye bye fur now
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