Max here; Charlie’s moping around the Casa as dad’s out of town, so I finally got my chance to Shanghai the ipad. As with Charlie, my story BC (Before Casa) is unclear; there had been some puppy mills shut down in the mountains of North Arkansas, with a rash of abandoned dogs resulting from people trying to ditch evidence.
My sister and I were found in an abandoned house, screaming, not barking, in hunger, even now I’ve got a biiiig mouth for such a small dog. Dad was convinced at first that I was mentally damaged, as I lay unresponsive next to his leg for the long trip home; we stopped at an abandoned car wash so dad could assess the damage before introducing me to mom. The dog that jumped out of the car that afternoon was not the same dog that climbed in that morning, and it’s been a party ever since; everyone claims I hit the dog lotto jackpot when I took up residence at the Casa del Whackos.
I’ve been to the Smokies, the Atlantic ocean, the Rockies, and all over the Ozarks, I sleep where I want, eat what I want; all I ask is that dad be in the immediate vicinity, as I still have separation anxiety. I do have to admit that I was alarmed at all the hubbub when Charlie entered the picture, as I was used to getting all the attention, but things are starting to sort themselves out. I love road trips above all else, but have absolutely no desire to ever saddle up on a motorcycle.
Where Charlie is boisterous and carefree, I’m much more cerebral, always thinking three and four moves ahead to ensure my wishes are fulfilled; if dogs were games, she would be checkers, I would be chess. When we’re out in the woods, Charlie takes off in a thousand different directions on a million different missions: while I do like exploring, I always have my radar-like ears turned backwards so I can keep tabs on dad’s location at all times.
On a,recent trip to Colorado, I found a delectable new treat: marmot poop, always better when consumed above 12000′. Mom must be a huge fan as well, as she kept trying to chase me down and take it from me; I swear, woman, find your own! I must have skipped “share” day in kindergarten. The only thing more fun than snarfing it down is yarking it back up, especially in the confines of a jeep where all in proximity can share in the experience; dad, mom, Craig and Levi must have been under inspiration to find their own cache of poop, as they all immediately exited the vehicle, Levi even tossing me out of the window, evidently under the delusion that I would go find some more for him; as if!!! It is amazing how much more realistic dried marmot turds look coming back up.than they did going down; try it sometime if you don’t believe me.
If you’re out on your travels this summer, give us a shout; we’ll leave the dog bowl out for you…
What an amazing family!
Thanks for my morning laugh!
My new puppy, Claire, discovered deer poo while in the woods. Now she hunts it down ad eats it up before we can get it from her!
She knows you’ll just hog it all for yourself
Or the 2 other girls will get it from her!
Always a pleasure catching up with all the fluffies at thy casa.
Max-you’re just as funny as the rest of the inmates.
Awww Max you are a special little boy <3
U am just speechless
Fixing to start a very busy day – so I needed this intro on Max, and my daily morning chuckles!
Lol. Molly, a Cairn Terrier loved to go to the horse barn with me. However it was embarrassing to watch her eat their poop. I guess it was the hay and the grass?
Makes my 3 look like pikers with the tame litter box.
It’s rabbit poop here in the city yard. I myself don’t understand the attraction. Glad you could share some of your story Max.
Thanks for that image stuck in my head Max! Lol. Always a party at the Casa!
Oh Max you are a handsome boy
So cool! Is Mom a writer too? Such great stories and adventures!!!
Even my dainty little Pomeranian thinks bird poop on the patio is the ultimate delicacy.
Great story–I never knew Max’s background. What happened to his sister? I know you wouldn’t leave her behind.
She was adopted by another rescue outfit in the Ozarks, since lost touch with them
Oh, wonderful! I was afraid she might not have made it.
Thanks so much for that visual of the reconstituted marmot turds 🙂 I can’t stop laughing :):):)
thank you for the laugh this morning Max, this page lifts my spirits so
Thanks for sharing Max. Nice to hear from you!
Gorgeous lol. I have no idea what a marmot is but it sounds interesting! I just have to concern myself with cow poo – in winter it’s very green and wet and looks terrible when it’s all over Miss Mila’s lips and chin!
You guys are pretty funny HaHaHa
I just love your stories.They are funny,sometimes sad,but always heart touching 🙂
Nice hearing from you Max.
Love your story Max!
Hahaha ! Never boring with the casa del whacko’s
Always knew Max was special!!! I love those whiskers!!<3
Mine love deer and rabbit poop. I try to stop it b4 they eat it
All dogs love poop, each has their own particular flavour , mine love the delectable buffet of the” El Kat ” bar and grill. It keeps me on my toes trying to get there before they do. ( disclaimer here, I do not share their tastes) .
Ahhhhhhh Max you are one in a million!
AWWW love his story! What exactly is marmut poop? I think I spelled that right.
Marmots are like large woodchucks that usually live above 10,000’… we love seeing the self-righteous varmints out west
Ahhh. Now I see why they are a rare treat for the canine palette! My Kuma would love them for sure!
Lucky max….just wondering…did the sister survive or was she too far gone? People who could do that to an animal deserve a special place in hell
She was adopted out through a rescue group in Dover, AR, not sure where she is today
Yay…happy endings
Sweet little Max. Keep Stevie company till you are all united once again.
Brett, I totally understand, there is always that One. Even though I have had several dogs throughout my life, all loved, all well taken care of, all unique in their own way, there was that One. In my case it was Beau, a rottweiller black lab mix, often refered to as my Rott N’ Lab. I can’t explain why he was the One, but in my heart I knew he was. He has gone to the Bridge going on 10 years now and I still miss him like it was yesterday. I have two awesome dogs now (yellow lab and a Dobie) that I love to pieces, but they aren’t the One. So I guess what I am trying to say is I understand, and it’s O.K. Take care and Viva La Casa!
What a good way to start my day.
Awww-wasn’t he one lucky pup? Or are we the lucky ones for having seen & share their fantastic tales ❤❤❤
And again I cry!
If Charlie is the Queen of the Casa, Max was the King.
“My crown is called content, a crown seldom Kings enjoy”
– “King Henry VI”-
Thanks for sharing as a devoted dog lover and motorcyclist , your story resonates with me. So sorry for your loss. 😉
Love his story! He was a special guy!
I never knew Max’s story. Thanks for sharing.
Hugs and love to you and your amazing family. I’m so sad about Max!
The most painful thing is not having them with you every day! In reality, they are there, that’s why we bawl our eyes out remembering the little rascals. Every time a new one comes into my life, I don’t think about the end coming, so I give my heart as they do! Thank you for the story of Max. I cried a little too! Sending you all much love❤
Thank you sharing this story. Max was a very lucky dog.
8 yrs old
I fell in love with that little guy in the beginning but did not know his full story and I cried again. Thank you Bret. My prayers are with you my friend.
In spite of recent events, this made me LOL. What a gem you had found. He will be forever in yours, and our hearts.
Awww xx
Loved reading Max’s story again ❤❤❤
Thanks, I too was wondering about Max’s story! 🙁
Max, you were a “wonder pup”
Thank you for sharing this with us. I know it’s hard. Just know we are grieving with you.
Oh Max. <3 I know you're still right there with Dad.
Wonderful story. Missing Max.