The dogs are getting big. Max is about 55 pounds and Dori is 45. It’s hard to believe they are almost 7 months old now. They went in the beginning of the month to get fixed, which was kinda hard on Dori but she is fine now and as rambunctious as ever. Max was a bit of a handful while he had to wear the cone. He figured out that if he puts his head down in the back yard and runs, the edge of the cone would dig into the grass and pop it off. We finally gave up and just took it off a couple of days early, as the cone was starting to be more ducktape than cone where I had to keep fixing the cracks he put in it.
They both like to get up a little before six and then sit around impatiently for the alarm at 6:30, because they know they get fed first thing when we get up. Dori has taken to tearing the nose off of any stuffed animal she can get ahold of. And she seems to try extra hard to get Danger Teddy and Cow Cow, so we have to keep and extra close eye on her around the boys rooms.
The boys have both asked to have their mattresses moved to under their beds so that the dogs can sleep with them. This has made it a lot easier for me to get the boys up in the morning, as both Dori and Max have picked up real quick on what to do when I tell them “Go see Tristan” or “Go see Gavin”. They run right in and jump and lick the boys.
Here’s some pictures to tide you over.
Dori
Max in his cone
Max
Max
Max and Brenda
Max and Dori
