Good morning world.
Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home, in Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada.
I will often walk into a room and then plonk myself down on the floor.
I will roll over and nap.
Is it a nap attack?
Sure, why not.
Last night, Tonya and the Big Guy had chicken wings for supper.
The bones are up on the counter.
Today, they are going to have ribs.
More bones up on the counter.
Now, if only the Big Guy would get lazy and put them into his compost hole.
That gives me a chance to pop my collar and go have a feast of bones.
If he was wise, he could bring the Green Bin up from where he got it at the end of the curb.
Before, he had it right off the back deck.
But he moved it to where it's at so that the rats will be away from his house.
At one time, when the green bin was closer to the house, they also had a lot of feral cats.
Tonya had about 17 or so cats that she used to feed.
Then the SPCA felt bad about all the feral cats and neutered all the male cats.
Those cats were keeping the rat population down.
Once the cats were gone, the rats were a problem.
Now, the rats seem to be gone.
The Big Guy doesn't know what is controlling their population.
But he is happy that they are no longer around his home and into his green bin.
Your blast from the past
Your daily video - Max our Bernese Mountain Dog having his frozen cheese treat
Bye bye fur now
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