After a number of years of wonderful blogging, this blog has effectively become dormant - except for occasional updates regarding my book, MAXDOG. I have left this blog as a legacy to my dog and a place of sanctuary where we can reflect upon his life. Take your time, peruse the pages spanning Max's 18 months in cyberspace. Feel refreshed and uplifted because his story is an amazing one of..."LIVING LIFE TO THE MAX!"
* 'LIVING LIFE TO THE MAX: click HERE
*MAXDOG'S FACEBOOK FAN PAGE: click HERE
* MAXDOG, the book: click HERE
May God bless you and thank you for following me!
MAXMOM IN SOUTH AFRICA
MAXDOG's CHRISTMAS TRIBUTE
Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
....Max loves to lick the dishes....or chew the edges.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Ma's foot seems to be very sore. She couldn't walk yesterday. She came home hobbling after her run the other day and I heard her say that the doctor says its 'Plantar Faciitis' and a 'heel spur'.
It all sounds very odd to me, because she is usually so energetic. Since Ma's foot is sore, our walks have been limited. All we do is sleep, sleep.....and sleep! The boss sometimes takes us for short walks around the cul-de-sac when he gets home. Thanks for that, because at least we can go and check out the cats!!
The Queen has gone to study at the university of Pretoria and King Toffee is pining away. He wakes Ma up at all hours crying and then darting up and down the passage. I think he's trying to take over. I'll keep an eye on him, but will tolerate him for the moment.
Ma is getting up at strange hours in the night, cooking up a storm. Perhaps she thinks the Queen is coming home soon, but I've heard that it will be a few weeks before she visits. Shame....poor, poor Toffee!!! (he, he)
Take care all you dog lovers. Will talk some time this week.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
You’ll be 9 years old in March – edging towards ‘retirement’. If you were human, it would mean that you are 63 years old – a wise old man!
The years have flown too fast, my dear dog! Your faithfulness has been unwavering as you have guarded me and remained at my side ... every possible moment.
You have seen me through about 100 000 choc-chip cookies, a multitude of gingerbread houses, suppers and various baking feats.
You’ve been with me through 3 years of correspondence study, snoozing in the corner and perhaps hoping for your singular walk at the day’s end.
You have supported me through years of horrible, debilitating depression, sneaking your nose into my hand to arouse me and learning to say ‘Mooom’ so that I’d not disappear into emotional obscurity.
You’ve listened to me practice my piano for hours – seemingly enjoying the music I play.
At happy times, you have shared the pool with me; pulling me across the water, while I gripped the loose skin on your shoulders.
We’ve been through dog training and dog shows together and weathered the adrenalin of dogs attacking us. We've shared the joy of showing off your amazing tricks to any willing party.
You give new meaning, my dog, to words like ‘biscuits’, ‘walk’, ‘food’ and ‘cats!’.
You know my body language – when I need to be close to me or when I need you to settle down.
You manage your pack so well with a temperate, firm but gentle spirit. Thank you for what you continuously teach me.
So, my pooch, as we venture into this year together, I want to thank you for what you do for me!
Thank you for your devotion and for just being ...