WAITING...WAITING...WAITING

It seems to me that dogs are ALWAYS waiting for something. They spend their days waiting...for someone to open the dogfood can, to be let out, for a bone, for someone to throw their ball, for someone to come home, to be invited to go in the CAR, to be invited up on the bed. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Admittedly our dog Max, wonderful as he is, has a small brain pan. Otherwise by now he would have learned how to do some of these things. His cousin Sally the Labrador Temptress can whisper - we've tried unsuccessfully to get him to do that~ He is working on throwing his own ball...and can get it about two feet! (Not good enough to get on David Letterman.) I noticed yesterday that he gets up to the window about 515pm to wait for Pat. Since Pat doesn't usually come home til 6 or so - that's a lot of waiting. He stands by the window, frozen statue-like, with two feet on the back of the sofa and the other two on the table. He can hear his car as it comes up the hill - way before I can hear it or see it. I didn't say there was anything lacking in his hearing! Maximilian Von Schnauzer III - aka Max the Wonderdog! We love him!