Maximus (Max)


Great Dane
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Home:Salem, OR  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 10 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 100+ lbs

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Nicknames:
Max, Maxi, Canis, Maxi-Doodle, Maxis-Noodle, Dufus-head, Dorky Dog

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
December 30th 2003

Likes:
Sleep, sleep, and did I mention, sleep? Max really loves to sleep the day away.

Pet-Peeves:
He hates when I play tricks on him; like pretending to throw the ball, but I don't.

Favorite Toy:
Squeeeeeeeeeeker toys! He also loves to play with Ginger when it's dry outside.

Favorite Food:
Spaghetti, Ice Cream, Hot Dogs, Cupcakes, Pig Ears, and just about everything else.

Favorite Walk:
The Dog Park (Minto Brown park in Salem, OR)

Best Tricks:
He holds the record for "longest drool." He also can sit, lay down, and settle (all with the help of a treat or two...or three or four).

Arrival Story:
We were in the market for a new dog - a playmate for our Golden Retriever, Ginger. We finally decided on a Great Dane. A local breeder (Hi, Steve!) had just had two litters, and we fell in love with Max. We brought him home a few weeks ago and he's the newest member of the family (he also gets the most attention!)

Bio:
My name is Charity, and I'm Maxis-Noodle's owner. It's said that I love Max more than my own children, and I have to admit that it's a close race :) Max has become a permanent fixture in my life. He is the sweetest, kindest, gentlest pet ever! Last summer, my husband, John, and I took a 10-day out-of-state trip and left Max home with friends. As John loaded the last of our luggage into the car, I stood in the kitchen, holding my 140 lb. Max in my arms, and cried uncontrollably. I didn't want to leave Max behind. He is my world! And I am his :)

Forums Motto:
If I can reach it, I can eat it.

The Groups I'm In:
Great Danes Are The Best, Great Danes in Oregon, Oregon Outdoors

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Videos of ME doing tricks!

Best Friend:
Porsche & my mom

I've Been On Dogster Since:
March 9th 2004 More than 10 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
15434


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Woof! Woof! It's fun being the BIG dog on the block!


Today is my birfday!

December 30th 2006 8:58 pm
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Max: Happy Birfday to me! Happy Birfday to me! Happy Birfday to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, Happy Birfday to me!! It's my birfday!

Me: Hey there, Maxi! Today's your birthday!! Can you believe it? You're three years old!

Max: Can I have a hot dog?

Me: So, what should we do today? The weather looks good--a bit cold, but good.

Max: Really, just one hot dog? Please?

Me: I have to do some stuff around the house, but keep thinking about what you want.

Max: A hot dog. That's all I want. A hot dog...or maybe two?

Me: I know! How about a cookie?

Max: Um, no. A hot dog.

Now, I know at this point Max wants a hot dog. You see, he's been sitting directly in front of the refrigerator door with his nose on the handle. This is the first clue. However, I love to tease him :)

Me: Oooooooh, how about some spaghetti??!!

Max: Hot dog!

Me: Oooooooh, I have a special treat for you! How about a can of cat food!!

Max: I just want a stinkin' hot dog. Please, crazy woman. Just one hot dog.

For the next five or so minutes, I walk around the kitchen asking Max if he wants any random box or can of food I can find. Most of which he had no idea what it was. I found it comical that he didn't move his nose from the handle of the refrigerator. Finally, his birthday prank needed to come to and end.

Me: Oh, ok, ok. I know what you want...

Max: No, I don't think you do, psycho.

Me: Max?

Max: Yes?

Me: Do you want a HOT DOG??

At this point, Max takes off running around like a rabid dog! He's foaming at the mouth and barking up a storm. He is completely out of control! He finally comes to a stand still when he notices I have a hot dog in my hand. He stops, sits, shakes and trembles, whines, and "waits" for me to give him a hot dog. I tossed it into the air, and he snatched it up in a nano-second.

Happy Birthday, you big goof. I love you!

 

Goldilocks Strikes Again!

November 3rd 2005 6:41 am
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(From Late Last Night)

Max: Whine, Whine....

Me: Max, I can't play right now, I have to finish my homework. Go see John. He'll play with you. I promise!

Max to John: Whimper...Whine...Whine

John: Ok, I'll play! Where's your squeaker?!?!?

Max just stands there...whining.

John: What's wrong?

John checks to be sure that Max has food and water. Yup--everything's fine.

Max: Whine...Whine....Whine

Now, both John and I become concerned. It's very rare that Max whines for no reason, but in cases like these, we've taught Max to "show us" what's wrong by using the "Show Me" command.

Me: Ok, Max. Show me, Max.

He walks over to his bed in the living room...

And there she was...

Ginger!

Lying in his bed.

Me: Oh, my gosh! Max! Were you whining because Ginger's on your bed?

Max: Well, yeah. Duuuhhhhhh, this is my bed!

Me: Come on Goldilocks, let the Noodle-head have his bed.

Ginger: Tattle-tale!

Oh, for the love of dogs!

 

My New Squeaker

October 29th 2005 9:13 am
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Me: ...and while you're at the pet store, will you pick up a new squeaker for Max? He's chewed up all the others.

John: I've picked the perfect one up. He won't be able to chew the squeaker out of this one for at least a few days.

Me: Perfect!

John arrives home with Max's dog food, cookies (dog treats), and a new squeaker.

Max: Oh, oh, oh, is that a new squeaker for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?!?!?!? Can I have it now? Please? Look, I'm sitting down so handsomely like mommy makes me do!??!! Come on, please can I have it?!?!? Now?!?!? WOOF!

John sets down the dog food and puts the cookies on top of the fridge (it's the only safe place in the house!). He pulls the squeaker out of the bag.

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak!

At this point, Max has lost any ability to maintain stillness.

Max: It's my squeaker! Oh, give it to me! Mine! Let me have it! Aw...come on! Don't tease me anymore! I want it! Moooooooooooooooooooooom, John won't give me my squeaker!

John tosses the squeaker towards Max. Max wastes no time to grab his new squeaker.

Three days later...

Max: Mom, look at my new squeaker! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak!...

Me: Max, if you don't hurry up and chew the squeaker out of that toy, I'm going to cut it out with scissors!

Max: Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak!...

I hear the squeak sounds fade in the distance as Max takes his squeaker outside to play with Ginger. And to think, it was my idea to get the new squeaker. Humph!

 
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