As I mentioned this morning, the main reason that I came to visit Miami this weekend is because I wanted Popcorn to be exposed to my “home” environment before he hit his 12-week birthday. As Popcorn sees it, location made no difference to him– the highlight of his trip has been our family-dog, Max.
Max is the least-dog-like canine of all the dogs I’ve ever met in my 21 years of life. We never socialized him as a puppy and he rarely steps paw outside of this house, so he doesn’t exactly understand what real dogs act like in dog world (Or rather, off of the living-room recliner.)
Which explains his retreat into the corner,
and his scaredy-cat chase away from itty bitty Popcorn.
(Note: the pee stain actually ON the puppy pad. SCORE 8) )
However, nothing beat out Max’s reaction to Popcorn during their first walk together around the neighborhood. Although Max doesn’t act like a dog in any other sense of the word, he does happen to love his walks. When I announced that I was going to take the two pups out, Max instantly started to prance around in excitement and bolt towards the front door.
Popcorn tried to share in his excitement too
but Max was not havin’ it..
10 minutes into Max’s Walk from Hell, Popcorn gave up on trying to bond with his new friend. Could you blame him? Max clearly needs to work on his housewarming skills.
Back to Reality:
Sadly, my vacation ends today and Will & I are heading back to Orlando
Snackage for the road:
Carrots, a leftover 1/2 of an apple, and a smushed mini White Chocolate Macadamia Luna bar.
A bit to think about: Do you like to think that you’re you a better host than Max?