Ok. So maybe I'm in denial that Max is a pitador or labrabull. However you want to spin it. Let's just call him what he really is. A super genius asshole. I know puppies have a tendency to have spurt of spazztastic hyperness. Cool. What I never heard of until recently is a pit-fit. This is not a normal energy burst. Max tore through the house for 3straight glorious hours of smiles and high speed chases all by himself. No one was chasing him. He wasn't chasing anything. He was acting as if someone was trying to light his ads on fire as he dropped his back end and hauled ass past everyone leaping over us like a gazelle. While we humans looked on in awe and delight, poor Sadie was trying really hard to not have a heart attack. Her chocolate saucer sized eyeballs watched on in horror.
At one point, Max plowed his little body into my arm and knocked me over as I was sitting on the floor. I dropped in pain because the impact restored the pain from a previous injury. I laid on the floor moaning and whining in pain. Max stopped instantly knowing mommy was crying and ran to me to try and fix it. I continued, and he did everything from digging at my skull, to drilling his nose into my ear. When all this failed. He did the one thing he knew would get my attention.... planting his balls. On my head.
He is so lucky I love him to the ends of the world.
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