Good morning world.
Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home, in Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada.
Tonya cooked up steak yesterday for their supper.
I was pretty sure I would get some from Tonya.
Like, what the hell? She ate all her steak.
I better see if I can wear down the Big Guy.
What kind of crap is that? No steak for the old dog? Something is rotten in Denmark.
Tonya has learnt a new trick.
She walks me with my lead. So I have a walking rope that is about 30 feet long.
I can travel. I can run towards each tree. I always stay within that 30 feet and don't really tug on the rope.
There is a downside to all that running.
When we get home, I'm exhausted from running from tree to tree and pissing.
I try to mark my spot.
By the end, I'm just lifting my leg and there is just a few dribbles of piss left.
Tonya says that I'm pissing dust at the end of our walk.
Dust or not, I'm trying to mark my places.
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Max our Bernese Mountain Dog is sleeping
Bye bye fur now