Faithful followers of this blog may remember our cousin Max, the goldendoodle puppy who joined the Cardiff contingent of Annabelle’s pack last spring…
Well, a lot can happen in nine months. This is what Max looks like now:
How did he manage it? He must have supernatural powers. Even I didn’t get that big that quickly (or at all, for that matter – next to Max, I look like a whippet).
We were finally allowed to meet him when Annabelle took us to Cardiff for Christmas – the humans must have decided we’re no threat to him now he’s so big and bouncy.
We took him for a walk in the park. I had to tell him off when he started bouncing around us like a sheep on springs; puppies need to know their place. To give him credit, he took the hint and backed off. I’m not sure what I’d have done if he hadn’t, since he is so much bigger than me. Pearl showed herself up by going into panic mode, twirling on the lead and trying to chew through it. She wasn’t scared of Max, but she could hear kids making high-spirited noises and that always freaks her out. I was embarrassed for her, behaving like a baby in front of Max who is so much younger than us.
Annabelle’s mother said Max is very intelligent and Annabelle’s brother has trained him well. She also said Pearl and I need discipline. This was because Pearl kept stealing her place on the couch and refusing to move. I felt quite upset as I’d behaved very well; it was Pearl who kept showing us up. She’s not a very good advert for Greyhound Rescue Wales.
Message from Pearl: Millie is talking out of her stripy backside. I’m not just a good advert for Greyhound Rescue Wales, I’m one of their Sponsor Dogs. I do have some ‘issues’, but GRW exists for dogs like me. You can find out more here, but you’ll have to scroll down the page because for some inexplicable reason they’ve stuck me right at the bottom.