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Age: 18 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Maxi-Million, Pookie

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:

April 5th 1998

Hah, treats!!!

She hates brooms or mops, and even sometimes a lamp

Favorite Toy:
Her bone

Favorite Food:

Favorite Walk:
Just around the neighborhood, the usual

Best Tricks:
She can jump high, beg, sit, lay, and stay!

Arrival Story:
Well, we found a breeder who had a couple of pups left. We couldn't go visit her, because she was on the other side of the country. So, we talked, and I had choosen the runt of the litter. That's ok, she my baby :)

Maxie has hip dysplasia. We found out when she slipped at the field and couldn't move her back legs. Her back legs had always had severe arthritis, but we never knew it was going to be like this. She had surgery on her left back leg, it took her over a year to make a full recovery. She is a true miracle

Forums Motto:
Golden Years....

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I've Been On Dogster Since:
April 22nd 2008 More than 8 years!

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Maxie's Wonderous Adventures!

-The Disappearing Act-

October 20th 2008 1:49 pm
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ScccRATChhh ScccRATChhh SccRATChhh....What in the world??? It's a lovely Saturday morning and the light is shining in to the windows and quickly laying itself across the bedsheets while blinding my eyes. I stand up and stretch out my tight muscles. Molly is following my lead, so we both hop off the bed and our dreams fade into the backround. I trot into the living room and to the bay windows that look out onto our big oak tree. My nose presses on the glass as I eagerly look at Mom outside and when I retreat there is a smudge which Mom will happily accuse Molly of. The front door is ajar and there is a piece of cloth squished between the screen door and the front of the house. So with much effort, I manage to push the doors open with Molly once again trailing behind. WHOOSH...a sudden BLAST of cold air ripples through my coat and nips and my nose. I leap off of the steps and bound towards Mom who is moving the leaves with one of those broomie things that I hate. Mom says nothing, and completely ignores us as if this is the norm. The orange stained flowers dance gracefully in the air and twirl down to the ground, which then is taken on a journey into a pile of more twirling dancers. Hm. Mom has either not spotted me yet or doesn't care. Hey wait, she's scooped up by tennis ball. As soon as Mom goes inside to get the brown leafie bag, I quickly bury myself into the leaves and try to find my ball. Good thing Molly is sniffing the leaves. SQUEAK, the front door opens and Mom is back outside with the leaf bag. I turn as still as stone. Unknown to Mom, she starts picking up the leaves in big handfuls. One, two, three..... WOOF! I BURST OUT OF the leaf pile nearly toppling Mom and scaring her half to death. hehehehe. I come out triumphant, eager to show. Look Look At The Ball I rescued. She was not thrilled. I pushed the tennis ball in her face and stood on her thighs. "MAXIE!!!!!!". You could hear that a mile away. If the neighbors were not awake now, they would be. Mom took my collar and dragged me inside where I was to stay. I couldn't play with Molly or the leaves. So, I sat on the couch and chewed on the tennis ball....



October 17th 2008 5:37 pm
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The Stealer ... (Maxie) "GIRLS, psst psst, PussyCat, PussyCat!!!!!" Molly and I bolted for the door, on high alert. A cat walking on our territory was not allowed. Of course, there was no cat, there no chase, there was no fun. Just the boring backyard. Mom gets us everytime with that one. But you never know, sometimes she is telling the truth. Most of the time NOT. Anyway, Mom came outside with us and in her hand was our favorite red squeaker (yes the same one that Mom slept on, hehe). We have a fairly small backyard, so Mom can't throw it too far and we cannot run too fast, or else we would collide with the chain fence. Not good. So, Molly and I were having a grand time, I was actually doing my fair share in the "drop it" command. Except I was usually five feet away from Mom when I did drop it. She yelled at me for not bringing the ball to her. Well, she never gave any specific directions to place the ball in her hands, so I have every right to drop it whenever I want! Then, we got bored. So I dropped the ball near the gate entrance and told myself that it would be there tomorrow. (Next Day) Ah, the good old trick," Cat CAT!" Fell for it once more. Oh, my ball! I've been wanting to play with it ever since Mom got home. I wandered over to the gate, looked around, and saw nothing but a measly lump of grass and dirt. Grass and dirt, but where oh where is my squeaker? hmm? I sniffed around, but the scent led out of the gate, and I could not open the gate, or else Mom would get mad at me. Grr. Maybe Mom picked it up and put it in my toy basket. I trotted up the stairs and whined for about 5 mintues until Mom came to the door. I bolted in from my impatience, sending her flying into the kitchen cabinets and knocking over the broom. Oh, how I hate brooms...bad experience, puppy...fell on me...hate brooms. I finally got to the toy box when, to much of my dismay, it was not there! Ok. So I grabbed my conch and took it to Mom so she can put a treat in it and throw it outside. Been there done that. Left the conch outside and said it will be out there tomorrow. (The day After the Next Day) Whenever I want a treat, I always get my conch and drop it on Mom's foot. So, I needed a snack. I leaped off the stairs and went to the gate to see my lil conchie. GONE! Now, this is getting too extreme. My squeaker, now conchie? All too much for me. So, I got my OTHER back-up conchie, Mom filled it, threw it outside. This time, I was smart and placed it behind the swinging chair thingy. I went to sleep knowing that whoever was taking my toys could not find this one. (The Day After the Day after The NExt Day) hehe. Another fabuluous day! Oh CONCHIE!!!! (its the toy's nickname if you have not figured it out) Went behind the swinger, and there is my....WHAT?! No! No No No! Conchie is gone again! Ok buster, whoever is messing me with, you are going down. I followed the distinct scent of all three toys, it led me out of the gate. I was on a hot trail. Oh it was a good one. Mom saw me and burst out the door, trying to catch up! MUAHahahaha. It led me to across the street and behind a neighbor's house. Sniff Sniff...and then all of a sudden I spotted it! All of them! Put into a neat pile. The neighbor's dog Sadie, came out and started to play with them! THEIF! Mom grabbed my collar by the time time she caught up to Me. I wouldn't budge. Mom looked to see why I was struggling, and then she saw my toys! "Sadie, did you take our toys?" In the end, I got my toys, and broke all of the rules. And my #1 enenmyis Sadie the Stealer. Kisses, Maxie


Story-The Mysterious Squeaking Noise-

October 15th 2008 5:22 pm
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Squeak....Squeak....SQUEAK! I open my eyes drowsily. It's the middle of the night....SQUEAK...I am suddenly alert. I get up from my postion on the couch, let my back legs stay on the couch so I can bend down and get a good stretch. I try to remember where I last heard that, SQUEAK...there it is was coming from the kitchen. I went to the kitchen and sniffed around, keeping my eyes and ears open. Nothing. I walk around the house hoping to hear something else, but I get nothing and nowhere. So, I resume my warm sleeping spot on the couch, and try to sleep. As soon as I close my eyes, I hear that stupid...SQUEAK. Grr. I get up, I know hwere it came from. Darn it! Mom's bedroom door is locked. I scratch, I whine, and bark. Nothing. Finally, I go back into the living room where my resting spot was and knock over one of the little dinner tables. That gets her up. Mom stumbles in with the nightgown.
"Maxie, what in the world are you..."
Before she finishes her sentence I go into her room and sniff around. A show, and old sock, a bone. Nothing out of the ordinary. So I stand in the doorway until Mom goes back into bed to make sure she won't lock me out. Instead of going back to the couch, I sit in the doorway.
A couple of minutes later I hear the SQUEAK again. I getting a running start and jump onto the bed. Surprising since I almost always need my Mom's help. Molly is on the right side of the bed and Mom is sleeping silently on the right. I stand there and wait for the noise.
Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tock.
Mom rolls over so she is right next to Molly and I hear a SQUEAK! There it is! It is coming from Mommy! I leap on Mom and she is she lets out another squeak. Yup... SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK! hehehe. I got ya now! I roll Mom over and she goes tumbling off the bed. To my surprise, it is not Mommy making the Squeaking noise! It was the squeaking ball that I left earlier in the day while I was taking a nap!
Uh-oh...gotta go! Mom is still mad that I pushed her off the bed! heheheh.

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