Dear Diary (Ramblings of a Golden Retriever named Max)
Published by Max December 17th, 2007Stttrrrrrrreeeeeeetchhhhhhhhh…
Sniff, Sniff, Sniff…. Anything changed? They’re still there right? Better find a hand to lick just to make sure they are still here.
Lick. Yep, that’s him…. Is that cookie crumbs I tastes? Late night snack again….
Hey, get up! Time to take me outside. Come, On!…. Come, On!. Got to GOOOOOOO!!!!
“Let’s go outside” Hey, I know that sound… It’s time to go OUTSIDE! Yes, yes, yes…..
Got to find a spot…. Just the right spot…. Can’t go here…. Hey, what’s that smell? Who was here last night? Rabbit? Cat? Yeah, I’ll bet it was that cat…. I’ll catch him today….
Is this a good spot? Nope, keep looking, sniffing till I find it. Got to be just right….
Hey, look, a tennis ball…. My long lost tennis ball… How many hours has it been since I saw you last…. Got it… Someboby take it from me and throw it…. Got to chase the ball…. Not sure why, but I need to chase it…. Is this a spot? Gotta go, bad, but gotta find the right spot…
What’s that? I think it is following me… Is this a good spot? STOP!!!! Did someone throw the ball? Gotta go…. Gotta find the right spot….
It’s still following me….. 1, 2, 3 got it. Lost it… got it lost it…. round, round, round, getting dizzy, dizzy, got it, lost it…. dizzy, dizzy…. round round round… okay, I give up… How come it keeps following me? Back and forth, back and forth… taunting me, following me… I’ll get it later, gotta find a spot….
Ahhhhhhhhh…. that’s the spot… Where’s the ball? Someone throw the ball…. Time to go in?
Maybe there’s a ball inside? FOOOOOODDDDDD! Yum, Yum, Slurp, Slurp, Slurp….. Where’s that ball? Under the couch I bet…..
Better lay here and look ….. under…. the ………… snore, snore……
Max, It looks like you have really been busy!
Hi Max
I love the idea of the blog.
We’ve had three goldens although at the moment we have a crazy but much loved Italian Spinone.
My mum and dad yused to breed goldens and my Mum judged Golden Retriever dogs at Crufts three years ago.
We have only ever had one of them that loved to retrieve - all the others said “You threw the ball, you go and pick it up.
aww… that sounds just like my dog… a golden retreiver too and also called max! *gasps*
Hi Max!
My name’s Buddy. And well all my friends call me that.I’m just like you in so many ways. When I came upon your site as I was sniffing and exploring, my joy knew no bounds(actually it knew quite a few bounds and twirls).My species specific friends didn’t understand the magnitude of this. They don’t think we canines threaten them in any way. Well we do allow them to think that they are our masters I guess. So let them just keep on languishing in their ignorance , so long as those chewys and milk bones and the back massage keep on coming.And I keep hearing my master(hee hee) tell everyone about how he’s learnt about patience ,love,respect etc., from me.Hey ,do you think I’m not being doggie nice to them ?/Whine,Whine.
Hi Max,
If you want to see what a dog’s life in Vermont is like, check out my website at http://www.TheBanditJournal.com
Come on up for some snow drift jumping!
Bandit!