This is my Max, one of the best dogs in the whole world. He is giant, weighing about 100 pounds and standing hip-high at the shoulder. He runs like the Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz. His tail has the uncanny ability to sweep everything off of shelves, tabletops, and counters. His tounge is always ready to lick something. You can braid that little beard hanging off his chin, which more often than not is dripping with water following a big, sloppy drink.
It's like living with a rather messy Muppet.
I wouldn't trade him for anything.
When it comes to life on the farmlette, he doesn't do much that is rigorous. No guarding the livestock, no hauling a wagon around the yard for me. I'm sure he would love to give small children rides through the neighborhood, but a lot of them get worried that he is big scary dog (he's a large muffin-headed creature, with a big bark) and then when he slathers them with that giant tounge of his, they run for the hills to escape his smothering love.
Nope, as a working dog he'd be a total loss. But, as a big friendly one-creature welcoming committee, he pretty much has that job in the bag.
Besides, everyone loves Muppets.
What a sweetie. I think I like him even MORE than muppets. ;)
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