Likes: Playing some good ol' fetch around the living room; he still gets worked up like a puppy would, despite his age
Pet-Peeves: Cupboards, doors, corners, chairs, any scraping noises, lots of things really - he never stops worrying, the poor thing :P
Favorite Toy: His favourite used to be a pink rugby ball, but puppy Milo destroyed it. He now has a blue rugby ball that he loves, but his absolute favourite is the babble ball. It talks and it's annoying. :(
Favorite Food: He's pretty fussy for a dog, but he strangely likes sweeties and cheese...
Favorite Walk: Probably the beach; he likes having pebbles thrown for him
Best Tricks: He knows Sit and Down. Max isn't the brightest crayon in the box...
Arrival Story: Got him from a trusted local breeder, no stories there really.
Bio: He's quite the musician actually. He sings along to live instruments like keyboards, guitars, recorders etc. and he also enjoys scottish pipeband music. :)
Forums Motto: Maxwell Hooooowl!-se
-: Max sings along to The Fray 'How to save a life' on keyboard-
Because I live away from Max now (I only see him very occasionally)- everything in this entry is just from what I've heard from those who do live with him. I feel the need to write about it because... well it doesn't sound good, and I'm a bit concerned.
Max has always been a good dog- from day one he has wanted to please us and he knows what's right and what's wrong. He certainly isn't cheeky or malicious (unlike a certain brown doggy I know haha). One thing Max has always known is to not relieve himself in either the living room or the back of the car. Yet, that is exactly what he's been doing as of late.
I can think of two reasons for this;
1. He's an old dog so he may be losing 'control' with his bowels... or
2. He's going insane and has completely forgotten that it's bad to poop in house (or the car).
I really wouldn't want to bet on which of these it could be, and fortunately I'm not a gambling person, because honestly it could be either. Perhaps a vet check is in order... but wow, Max going to the vets is such a pain. He has an irrational fear of men in white coats (and it is irrational, we've had him since he was 8 weeks old!) so the vet doesn't bode well with him.
Considering that's all that's 'wrong' at the moment - I'm told he hasn't lost any of his cheer - I think this is simply another thing to chalk up to old age. We've never had an elderly dog before so each development comes as a surprise! Should I call them developments? Maybe not...
Max hit nine years old today, and is still going on strong. He's been completely spoilt, making Milo quite jealous, although they both have had a good time!
When I first saw him today I came in brandishing a plastic bag. Somehow, he knew whatever was in there was for him! He started jumping up and down, wagging his tail franticly, waiting for his presents. The first present was a soft red blanket, ideal for his bed or the sofa when he's in the living room. Just gives him a little extra comfort and warmth. The second present was a raincoat- this was really just a joke that I couldn't resist buying! It's amazing to see doggy coats made for large dogs, and I thought it'd be quite a sight to see. Suprisingly, Max was very accepting of it, but I don't think he'll ever actually be wearing it outside, was a bit of a pain getting it on him! He also got some treats which Milo also benifited from ;)
There's still half a day left worth of celebrating, Happy birthday Max!!
I went to see Max a couple of weeks ago and I'm pleased to say he is doing great. He has had an awkward looking spot in his eye for quite some time. The vet has looked at it and said its harmless, but we can't help but worry it might be something more... The good news is that the spot has almost disappeared! It is still there, but it is certainly a lot smaller and can only be seen if you look very carefully.
He has also been known as 'Lumpy' for a while, because of yes, fatty tumours. These also seem to have gone for the most part, though of course there's still the odd one here and there. And I also don't think they're truly gone, just shrunk.
But either way, he was looking very healthy. His coat was beautiful and he just seemed up and ready for play. I could see the puppy inside of him again :)