Max Is Bummed

Are you sick of hearing my Max stories?

Max gets at least two good walks a day.  We'll even skip a bike ride to make sure he gets his walks.

We open the gate, clip on his leash and let him go wherever he wants.  He decides.  We're pretty sure he lays in the yard thinking about where he where he wants to go when we get home.  He's narrowed his routes down to about four favorites.  Like yesterday.  We're sure he was thinking "I'm hungry, I think I want a couple hamburgers," and then he takes a right at the end of the driveway.  He heads diagonally, through yards and alleys I didn't even know existed, to SONIC.   When we get there, I go inside for two hamburgers...just the meat...while he and Vince wait outside.  Vince sits on the planter and Max sits on the sidewalk next to the door.  Every time.  In exactly the same spot.

Today, he took a left out of the driveway.  "I haven't been to the dog park lately," and off we went.  He likes the dog park.  It's a ten minute walk from our house and even though we make him stay outside the fence, it's almost like he has dog friends. 

 Poor Max.