13/Nov/20 brrr, it's Friday the 13th in 2020

 

Good morning world.

Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home, in Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada.

In North America, the number 13 denotes bad luck.  There is even a phobia about that too.  It's called: Triskaidekaphobia.

In China, it's the number 4.

In Afghanistan, it's the number 39.

In the Mayan culture, the number 11.

Christians believe that 666 belongs to the devil.

The Jewish don't really like the number 10.

You may think this bizarre, but how many times have you said that bad things comes in threes?  

Dogs, we don't have bad numbers.  We got bad owners.  Not me though.  My owners are wonderful people.  Tonya took the car to gas up and she took me with her for the drive.  It was nice to be able to get out of the house for a bit.

She opens the side windows and I get to slobber all over the Big Guy's car.

He will give me the "stink eye" when he sees drool all down the side of the car.  But he cleans it up and waxes his car.

Oh, and from yesterday.  I didn't get any of those "baby breasts" from the chicken.  They did shake n bake and Tonya ate her entire chicken.  Staring and drooling did nothing.

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Max our Bernese Mountain Dog Tonya takes over the pool

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12/Nov/20 so what ever happened to Movember

 

Good morning world.

Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home, in Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada.

There is a job that Tonya wants the Big Guy to do and he has been procrastinating over it.  That's moving the computer's upstairs.  Now, he could certainly do it in stages.  He has enough desks and what not to move pieces about first.

But he also has other jobs that are on the back burner.  De-frosting the freezer.  That is a yearly job that he is definitely behind on.  He was supposed to do that, this past Summer.

He also has to flip his lawn tractor into a snow blower.  That job takes about an hour out of his day.

Then, there will be the decorating outside the house for XMas.  This would have gone great had he done this Tuesday, or even yesterday.  Both days, in excess of 20 C.

But then you get the wrath of the people that says your not supposed to XMas decorate before Rememberance Day.

Oh well, he will get it done soon enough.

Tonya went shopping yesterday and told the Big Guy that she got the small chicken breasts that he likes so much.  He thought about it for a second.  They are not small breasts.  They are the thighs.  The Big Guy loves the chicken thighs.

They got a big box of Shake 'n Bake, so he's hoping that she will use that to make tonight's supper.

Myself, I'm pretty sure that I will be dining on something less than small chicken breasts.  BUT, I've got a plan.  It is going to involve drooling and staring.  Tonya is weak.  If you think I will not get her chicken skin, or even some rice or potatoes...  not sure what side she will be making.

We will see who doesn't get what...

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Max our Bernese Mountain Dog and his toy piggy

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11/Nov/20 Remembrance day isn't going to be like other remembrance days of the past

 

Good morning world.

Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home, in Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada.

Yesterday was one of those weather anomalies.  In Alberta, it was below freezing and they have quite a bit of snow on the ground.

Yesterday, it was +22 at one point.  The Big Guy was outside in a muscle shirt and his shorts.  As you can see by this picture, I was at the other end of the deck, out of the sun, enjoying my chew toy.

So, it's Remembrance Day today.

Many wars have been fought.  So many people have died.  For what?  Some land...  you want to be free to live the way you want and someone else doesn't agree.

Then again, I suppose, animals are like that too.  They fight to breed.  They fight to get the best hunting area.

Just that humans do it on another level.

But it's weird how they will justify that they want your stuff and don't really care if it's yours or not.

You own it, but they want it.  So therefore, they take it from you.  That's not fair.

Oh well, no one said that making war was smart.

Let us hope that we don't ever have to do that again.

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Max our Bernese Mountain Dog is waiting for Baby Aurora to drop her food

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10/Nov/20 so you decided to grace me with your presence

 

Good morning world.

Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home, in Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada.

Well my patient reader, you didn't know this, but the Big Guy and Tonya took off on me this past weekend.  They went to Moncton without me.  I could hardly believe it myself.  But they did.

My "Uncle Terry" come to stay with me.

He was there to make sure that I went outside.  That I had kibble and water.

Which he did just fine.

He also smokes cigarettes.

Sunday night, he went outside with me.  He clips on my lead on my collar and lights up his smoke.

Now, the Big Guy is an ex sailor.  He KNOWS you don't stand inside the bite of a rope.  Terry is not an ex sailor.

As I'm watching him have his cigarette, I'm sitting on the back entrance deck with him.

Then I spotted something moving.

BOOM!  I'm gone!

I weigh 155 pounds.  I also travel on 4 legs.  Terry on the other hand, weights about 120 pounds and travels on 2 legs.  Because I'm hauling ass, the rope is on the wrong side of Terry's legs.

SWIPE

Terry goes horizontal and lands on the deck on his back.

Terry was in so much pain today, he couldn't go to work.

Next time, Terry might consider watching out where my lead is when he puts me outside and he steps out for a smoke.

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Max our Bernese Mountain Dog enjoys the love seat with Uncle Terry

Bye bye fur now