Max -- aka The Maxinator, aka maxie, Maxie, MAXIE!, aka Punkin' Pie, aka My Sweety Sweety -- turns four today!
That's 28 in dog years, for those of you who are counting...we've had the talk about contributing to the household, but it's a hard sell when no one else is...
Friday, August 21, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Giving Back to the World
Upon reflection, Max has decided that he wants to give back to the world that has blessed him these past almost four years. He wanted to get back to basics and what is more basic than dirt? Therefore, Max has decided to join the green movement.
As proof of his commitment, Max helped me plant some new tomato plants. See below for actual proof that Max has a HANDS ON commitment. He is not relying on his people to do the dirty work...any more.
Before: Max digs hole -- After: Tomato plant is safely in its new home
For those who would criticize that Max did not actually move said tomato plant into the hole, please note that dogs do not have opposable thumbs and, therefore, are incapable of finishing the job...and I was happy to help!
We also planted -- in pots -- 2 additional cherry tomato plants, 3 large tomato plants, 2 bell pepper plants (one green, one yellow), a jalapeno plant and an eggplant plant (or is that "plant" redundant?)...we have already harvested a few larger tomatoes and jalapenos...yummm....
As proof of his commitment, Max helped me plant some new tomato plants. See below for actual proof that Max has a HANDS ON commitment. He is not relying on his people to do the dirty work...any more.
Before: Max digs hole -- After: Tomato plant is safely in its new home
For those who would criticize that Max did not actually move said tomato plant into the hole, please note that dogs do not have opposable thumbs and, therefore, are incapable of finishing the job...and I was happy to help!
We also planted -- in pots -- 2 additional cherry tomato plants, 3 large tomato plants, 2 bell pepper plants (one green, one yellow), a jalapeno plant and an eggplant plant (or is that "plant" redundant?)...we have already harvested a few larger tomatoes and jalapenos...yummm....
Sunday, August 16, 2009
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!
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!
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
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.
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.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
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 :)
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 :)
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
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.
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.
Monday, July 13, 2009
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.
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.
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