Good morning world.
Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home, in Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada.
Yesterday, we went and sat outside for a bit.
Tonya came after me with the brush.
The fur that she was taking off me, was sort of grey.
Yet my fur is jet black.
I don't like it very much when they brush too hard.
A little brushing is OK.
A lot of brushing, makes me bark.
The grand kids come for a visit yesterday.
Aurora wasn't paying attention to the cookie that Tonya gave her.
When she came back, she did not noticed it was gone.
I wonder where it went?
I was laying on the floor, watching the TV.
Little Floyd decided that I was in the way.
He threw himself on to my back.
That wasn't so bad.
But then, he decided that he was going to straddle me like a horse.
NOPE!
I started to get up and Little Floyd noticed that this bronco wasn't going to be broken.
He pushed himself off my back and went off to the chalkboard.
I went to the back mud room, away from that Cowboy.
Your blast from the past
Your daily video - Max our Bernese Mountain Dog doing the tail flick
Bye bye fur now
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