At a year and a half I think Max has gotten pretty close to his grown-up weight of 95 pounds. In case you think he might grow out of being a crybaby who carries his comfort blanket around, nope, that’s just a Doberman thing. Max’s mom carried dollar store stuffies everywhere.
For his latest game Max walks around the house with a frozen marrow bone and stands over it crying until the marrow starts to thaw.
Btw, summer’s over in my house when the wet nose that wakes you up is cold instead of warm.
Btw x2. Max just stole half a stick of butter off a table, ate half of that and sat there with a satisfied look on his face while mom yelled at him. Now he’s crying again. Most abused dog in the world.