Nicknames: Max, Maxy, Maxwelligan, Fatswell, Crybaby, Chewbacca (because he makes the same noises), Chewy (which is fitting in more ways than one), Mr. Cuddles
Gotcha Date: October 11th 2006
Likes: Bully sticks, belly rubs, playing tug-of-war with Mommy's socks, ripping apart stuffed toys, sleeping on the couch or on Mommy's bed.
Pet-Peeves: When Brody pulls at his ears and jumps in his face. Being put in his crate. Being left alone. Car rides (they make him throw up).
Favorite Toy: Anthing that Brody has or that can be torn to shreds.
Favorite Food: Why discriminate?
Favorite Walk: Anywhere his nose will take him.
Best Tricks: Ringing the bell when he has to go outside to use the bathroom.
Arrival Story: My daughters had been wanting a basset hound forever. When we decided to get a brother or sister for Brody, our Scottish Terrier, we began looking at local basset hound rescue organizations. Even though we were really looking for a female, we fell in love with Maxwell (formerly known as Buddy) the first time we saw his picture. We were so happy when we found out that he was still available! He had been rejected by the first family who expressed interest in him because he was still very much a puppy. Oh well - their loss was our gain!
Bio: Maxwell was found wandering the streets, having been abandoned, or - to give people the benefit of the doubt, whether they deserve it or not - lost, by his first owners. He was picked up by Basset Buddies Rescue in Wisconsin. The vet guesstimated his age at 8 months, which seems about right for his age and temperament. He does not seem to have been abused, but he clearly could not have been that well taken care of since he is underweight and not trained (either in pottying outside or obedience).
Today is the 4th day in my new home, and I'm liking it more and more. My new mommy and sisters pet me and hug me all the time. They let me cuddle up with them on the couch during the day and in their beds at night. Best of all, they feed me the yummiest food I have ever eaten - real meat! So far I've had chicken and goat. Just thinking about it makes me drooooooooollllllllllllllll.
The little dog is starting to be nicer to me. He still doesn't like to share, but as long as I leave his stuff alone, he won't attack me. We play a lot and take walks together. Last night I slept in Mommy's bed, where he always sleeps, and once he came over and put his head on me. Cuddling is so nice.
I'm happy that I have a new home, and I hope I am here forever!
Yesterday I got a new home, a new mommy, 2 new human sisters, and 1 new dog brother. They all came to my foster home to meet me. I liked the humans right away. They pet me a lot and gave me treats and let me lick their faces. The little dog they brought with them was OK, too, or so I thought then. He mostly played with my foster brother Rufus. Anyway, I was a little confused when they took me with them in their car and brought me to this new place. I do kind of miss my foster family. There were 3 really nice doggies there, and there was a small doggie-sized door that I could use to go outside anytime I wanted to. My new humans are REALLY nice, but that little dog they have is crazy. He chases me all over and pulls on my ears - OUCH! - and he gets mad whenever I try to play with any of the toys. I get up on the couch to get away from him, but then he follows me up there! Sometimes it's fun to play with him, but he's just SO bossy! I wish he could understand that I just want a warm place to sleep, some humans to cuddle and lick, and good food in my belly. I don't need to be the top dog. Besides, I think the biggest human is the real boss around here.