It's me. Max. Max is me. I have internet up here. In my spare time I was on the internet and found out that the number one (numero uno) name for all dogs for the past ten years is...MAX. Coincidence? I think not! It is obvious to me that once folks saw what a wonderful fellow I was they went to the local
shelters and adopted pups and named them after ME. Take that Oscar, Bubba, Celie and crew. Not one of their names made the top ten. Me, I'm number one. Now pride is a sin, frowned upon up here, so let's just say I am well pleased to see that I have had such a positive influence on mankind. Max...just sort of sounds right, don't ya think?
On another topic however, I am concerned about the 29th this month. That's pastrami day as you all should know by now. It's my 'versary, so I get strami. This month also is the anniversary of Bubbadog's arrival up here. That always makes for awkward conversation, let alone celebration. The bigger problem though is the incident at the Hat last month. I am sure it has Fred 2nd guessing the trip to the Hat. You see, last month we all took the train there, as usual, but I was really, really hungry.
We were in the drive thru and I just couldn't take it....the aromas from within were overwhelming. I am a dog afterall...a dog who loves pastrami. So, OK I did it...I jumped through the window of the train and into the HAT! Boy were they surprised! I grabbed all the sandwiches, all the burgers, all the stuff I could and was tossing it to the crew in the train. Trouble was, I hit the engineer in the head (oops) and
as I did that, he was steering, and well...The HAT go boom! It was an awful mess, all that food flying around. People were yelling, Fred was as red in the face as could be....my bad. But the food was great. I got back, we drove off and then...and then Minnmouse took over. Oh boy, you are in serious trouble when she gets like that. I would have been shaking in my boots if I wore boots. She gave me such a
speech about the rules, about how we're not even allowed down here and she has to get special permission for all these trips and now I've jeopardized all the future trips...yikes! Well, it was not a fun 'versary, trust me. It all worked out. It always does, hence the reason Minnie is in charge. The powers that be arranged for it to have never happened, no sign of damage exists at all. Nobody involved has any memory of our visit. My belly did/does remember the good food though, so I win! But it does put my future visits into doubt. Minmouse wouldn't even discuss them with me today. So, as of now I must wait and see. Don't you hate the "wait and see" stuff???
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