Lovin' Laguna!

Max made his first trek to Casa del Sena in lovely Laguna Beach, CA. He thought I was lying when I said I knew someone who lived RIGHT ON THE BEACH! Seriously, great views, great accommodations and fun things to do all day.

He now promises to believe me - most of the time - in the future.



Max sez, "Serioulsy? People live here?"


Max discusses moving in permanently with Sena of Casa del Sena fame. Sena appears skeptical, but open to negotiations.


Max decides to let Sena sleep on it. Max sez: This bed is RIGHT BY THE DOOR to the veranda and the DOOR WAS OPEN ALL NIGHT! Max could walk in, then out, in, then out, in, then out...well into the wee hours of the morning.


The next morning, we got up bright and early to run on the beach before the 8a curfew for dogs...not early ENOUGH for the Max! Way early for the dog walker.


Max sez: Ok, ok, take the pic (thanks to new friends from AUSTIN, TX), we've only got a few minutes of beach time!


OMIGOSH! After a long walk on the beach, in the waves and being hosed down, dried off and another long walk on the sidewalks, I got breakfast in bed with a view...Yeah :)

We are sooooo coming back!

Destination: Paradise (Falls)

For those of you who have been following our blog and our treks into the nearby Wildwood Park may not be aware of our on-going search for Paradise Falls...we see the signs, we hike the path and after dozens of unsuccessful attempts -- and even finding other very nice, beautiful falls -- we have finally came upon the elusive Paradise Falls!


On the way over the falls!

At the top of the falls (not sure if you can see the ducks sunning on the rock to the left--Max saw them!), just as the stream goes over the edge.


We're almost there -- I can see the falls!

Could we be so lucky -- are there stairs down to the bottom of the falls? We've been walking up and down and up and down hiking paths for an hour following the signs. Could it be that the gods (aka "state forestry/park workers") have built us stairs for the final trek as a reward for our patience?


Ta-dah!

Yeah! We made it to the bottom...the cool water hits the pool at the bottom -- someone was disappointed that no ducks flew down the shoot.

It was well worth the hike...until I realized that we were now an hour away from getting OUT of the park...as we began our trek back up, I decided to look at my park map with all of its folds and despite the fact that I am, well, "directionally challenged."

Bottom line: It took us 20 minutes to get out.

Back on Track!

Thanks to all of our fans who have prayed for Max's recovery and sent us their well-wishes. Keep the cards and letters and blog/Facebook comments coming!

As you can see, Max is taking his first steps back to full recovery. He is frolicking in the green, green grass of home...aka SoCal or Southern California for you east coasters. Max is taking time out to appreciate the small things in life, to reflect on his past and decide what kind of Pupster he wants to be.



Max turns four in a few weeks and realizes he is not getting any younger...

...though he clearly feels like he is :)

Rehab -- CA Style

Max has asked me to apologize to all of his fans for his absence from Adventures with The Max. When the following photo went viral after being published on Smoking Gun and airing on TMZ, Max finally had to admit to his addiction to wet canned food and trashy treats. We are embarrassed to report that he was actually licking the floor for food crumbs.




He has just gotten out of rehab where he was put back on dry kibble and his treats limited to dried duck breast and glucosamine treats for his back. We will be monitoring his glucosamine treats now that we are aware of his addictive personality. Research shows that these treats are necessary for the healthy back of a pup with a dachshund back.

We ask that everyone grant Max his privacy as he begins his new, healthier lifestyle outside of the rehab facility. We will keep you apprised of his progress and thank you for your prayers during this difficult time.

Pup-erazzi!

Max would like to apologize for the long delay since last we blogged. It turns out that it only takes a few nasty comments on TMZ and other blogs to alert the Pup-erazzi to an easy paycheck.

It all started with the sighting of Max with (and I quote) "two bitches." These two nice lady friends were hanging with the Max for an innocent playdate -- in the 'burbs no less, NOT in Hollywood, as erroneously reported by the tabloids.


Lacey relaxes in the sun while Grace and Max play a nice game of tug-o-war.

Lacey and Grace have released the following statement and hope that Max's fans will respect their privacy because they did not choose this life. They were dragged into it by the irresponsible media.

"We are proud to call Max our friend, and refuse to abandon him his time of need. We want to clarify that we are both 'fixed' and, therefore, are not female dogs in heat as previously reported. We have the medical records to prove it."

In an attempt to clear his head and pull attention away from his residence, Max decided to hike on over to Wildwood Park, less than a mile from his home. The media -- especially the camera folks -- would have a hard time following Max in the heat and the treacherous paths.


Max clears his head in Wildwood park, looking back at "the edge of civilization" that is a canyon away from him now.

The break would be short-lived. Lacey and Grace would have a mere afternoon of relaxation before the Pup-erazzi returned, trying to get that one shot that could humiliate your friend and theirs -- Max.


Lacey and Grace bark at the Pup-erazzi, urging them to leave.

We had all hoped that the Michael Jackson debacle would keep the leeches away, but they were merely distracted for a few weeks. They are back.

I hope Max can handle the pressure.

Blasphemy!

More than one person has written in insinuating that our absence from the blog was due to Max having gone Hollywood and thus forgetting all of the little people who made him who he is today.

To prove that this is in NO WAY true and the tabloids SHOULD NOT BE BELIEVED, Max has decided to chew up the symbol of all that is wrong in tinsel town. Good-bye, movie star white sunglasses!




Please rest assured that our absence was due in full to technical difficulties resulting from the spillage of a cocktail...umm...the spillage of a mineral water onto the owner's beloved MacBook...it took almost three days (it coincided with the launch of the much-coveted iPhone 3G S) to receive the diagnosis that the repairs would cost just 2-3 hundred bucks less than a brand new MacBook Pro with more power and a more durable (read here: can withstand a little sprinkle or two before morphing into a lava-lamp-like structure) body.

We have now upgraded and plan to continue to work hard to meet the demand of our ever-growing fan base.

Thanks to all of you, and as they say here in LA: Love you, mean it.

Max's new hobby

Max is lovin' our new pad north of LA. He has a new friend, Gracie, a 9-year-old Jack Russell Terrier, plus bunny rabbits running all over the backyard for them to chase, AND a bird in a cage RIGHT IN THE HOUSE!

Note Max's new hobby -- bird watching:



Seriously, he can lay there for hours and watch Homer, the cockatiel eat, walk, peck, you name it...note the gate and the vacuum cleaner blocking the table on both sides...Max has been known to stand on his back paws to get closer and to totter the table the bird's cage is sitting on.

Max sez: "Jackpot!"