Good morning world.
Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home, in Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada.
The other day, when we got home from our walk, there was a puddle in the driveway.
I laid in the puddle.
The cool water felt so good.
Tonya wasn't very happy that I went into the house with drippy wet fur.
The Big Guy made a chicken yesterday.
Tonya was really looking forward to having it for her supper.
He made stuffing.
He made gravy.
He made mashed potatoes.
For some reason, when he pulled the chicken out of the fridge, it was slimy.
Tonya thought it wasn't cooked.
The Big Guy threw out the chicken and about half the stuffing.
He made a huge pan.
Dumb.
He should have only made about 1/2 of what he cooked.
I got to have some of the potatoes.
Oh well, not everything he is going to cook, is going to come out a winner.
Your blast from the past
Your daily video - Max our Bernese Mountain Dog plays with the milk crate
Bye bye fur now
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