Good morning world.
Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home, in Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada.
Yesterday, Tonya and the Big Guy had a prime rib roast.
As the Big Guy was cutting some of the meat, Tonya told him, cut the bone out of the roast.
Which he did.
He started trimming the bone.
Tonya told him no.
Leave some meat on the bone.
That it was for Max to have.
Can't just toss him the bone without some meat on it.
Tonya put the bone out on the deck for me to enjoy.
I was happy as a clam.
Chewing the meat off the bone.
Mother Nature decided that she had other ideas.
It started to rain.
I was in a conundrum.
Keep chewing on the bone and get wet.
Chew the meat off the bone and get inside.
Stop right now and DEMAND to be inside.
Most of the meat was off the bone, time to be inside.
Your blast from the past
Your daily video - Max our Bernese Mountain Dog with close up
Bye bye fur now
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