Mad Max G

I know everyone is on edge waiting for a Max update...

I look crazy pants in this picture!! I can't believe I'm posting it. 

Excuse my turkey neck. You have to click the picture to make it bigger so you can see Max better. His face says it all..."whatcha lookin' at? Isn't this normal?" It's funny because everyone that comes up to us to tell us about their Doberman tell us that theirs does the same thing, climbs up on the sofa and relaxes like it's no big thing. 

Chris and I can not sit down ANYWHERE without Max climbing in our lap, especially mine. I sometimes stand up to watch TV so I don't have 88 pounds sitting right on top of me. It actually cuts down on the time I waste watching TV so I guess I can't complain too much. This particular day I was not up for a fight over the chaise lounge so I gave in and left him cuddle up. 

Speaking of the 88 L.B.'s...the vet told us for the second time that he is overweight. 

Apparently he is supposed to be super skinny by his hind legs like this...

he definitely does NOT look like that right now.

We're working on it though. We've been walking in the evenings about 2.5 miles around our neighborhood. He likes it but whenever we walk past anyone they get as far away from him as possible because I guess they think he is going to bite their hand off. I feel so bad for him that he gets such a bad rap. If they only knew all he wants to do it love on you. Don't get me wrong, he has a really fierce bark and I'm sure bite. He just hasn't had to use the bite. 

Ahh we just love him so much. My poor friends...whenever they tell stories about their kids I follow up with a story about Max. I finally apologized to one of them the other day for comparing their kid to my dog. Oops! I was reading House Rules by Jodi Picoult the other day and the narrator was talking about what changes when you have a baby and one of them was "the dog goes back to being just a dog" and it made me laugh. It made me think about how we baby him so much and buy him something like every other time we leave the house. Whatever, he is our furbaby.