<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12031128</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:56:12.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of Max</title><subtitle type='html'>Day to day fun stuff relating to the cutest pup in the world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087130911834136743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12031128.post-1284960560451366246</id><published>2007-02-26T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:24:41.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bird friend</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess its been a few months since I last made my thoughts known to my vast legions of fans out on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been going on in our household....I've since learned that the 6 inch green friend's name is Kiwi... and I chase him every chance I get, especially when he gets close to my food.. man... he better watch out.  Birds shouldn't be on the floor anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I let him clean my fur though, and its all in good fun my chasing.. he knows that.&lt;br /&gt;He still says 'I love you Max' .. and I get a wee little tear in my eye.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12031128-1284960560451366246?l=adventurestothemax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/feeds/1284960560451366246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12031128&amp;postID=1284960560451366246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/1284960560451366246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/1284960560451366246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-bird-friend.html' title='My bird friend'/><author><name>Maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087130911834136743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12031128.post-115757386198658136</id><published>2006-09-06T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T13:17:41.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flutterby</title><content type='html'>Woof!&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a new 'friend' in the house now.   He is about 6 inches long,  bright yellow and green, and makes a lot of noise.   I am NOT afraid of him, I just don't LIKE him.  With his claws, and his beak and those beady little eyes....ewwww...  The moment he lifts off from his 'cage' there is this fluttafluutta flutta noise.. and then he lands.. right on mum's HEAD!  How DARE he!&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRR.....&lt;br /&gt;I know though, if I attack, I will get in supreme trouble, so I have to suppress my natural instinct to bite the little critter....I bet he'd make a good meal...although, I've never eaten ANYTHING alive before.. gross man....&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Budgerigar means 'good eating' in Australian aboriginal speech (cuz I'm that smart, I know this stuff)...didn't you see my photo shoot in previous blogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I'll get used to him.  Sometimes he calls me...by my name....and he says 'I love you' a lot...but, thats okay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12031128-115757386198658136?l=adventurestothemax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/feeds/115757386198658136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12031128&amp;postID=115757386198658136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/115757386198658136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/115757386198658136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/2006/09/flutterby.html' title='A Flutterby'/><author><name>Maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087130911834136743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12031128.post-114464950227708215</id><published>2006-04-09T23:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:11:42.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Floors UP</title><content type='html'>I went to mum's new work place today.   Downtown.  She has a window seat, overlooks a river, people look like specs.  I was standing on her desk, looking out the window.   My legs were shaking a bit cuz I'd never been so high (in a building).  Course, I've climbed MOUNTAINS, but the earth has a nice curve to it, its not straight down like a window is.  Sheesh.  The river was kinda pretty when the ice breaks.  I enjoyed that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12031128-114464950227708215?l=adventurestothemax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/feeds/114464950227708215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12031128&amp;postID=114464950227708215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/114464950227708215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/114464950227708215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/2006/04/18-floors-up.html' title='18 Floors UP'/><author><name>Maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087130911834136743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12031128.post-114464909242888019</id><published>2006-04-09T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:04:52.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Job</title><content type='html'>Woof.&lt;br /&gt;Well, she did it.  Mum finally made the choice to change jobs.  After 11 years!  Shocking, yes.  I can't even conceive of that amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, she takes the bus now, which adds 2 hrs to her day away from me!  I don't like that much.  My buddy Sam's mum is going to check up on me from time to time, and I can go to Sam's place during the day which makes the 10 hr separation a little more bearable.  Ah what the heck.. I'd just sleep anyway....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12031128-114464909242888019?l=adventurestothemax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/feeds/114464909242888019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12031128&amp;postID=114464909242888019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/114464909242888019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/114464909242888019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-job.html' title='The New Job'/><author><name>Maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087130911834136743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12031128.post-113726137678722136</id><published>2006-01-14T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T09:56:16.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatal Choice</title><content type='html'>So, the mouse chose.  Quick death.  She mustn't have known it was coming.   Mum tried everything else, but, the mouse stuck to what it knows.  Peanut butter behind the fridge is a good thing to a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;Mum felt really bad though.  She prayed about it.  The mouse is in a better place now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12031128-113726137678722136?l=adventurestothemax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/feeds/113726137678722136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12031128&amp;postID=113726137678722136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/113726137678722136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/113726137678722136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/2006/01/fatal-choice.html' title='Fatal Choice'/><author><name>Maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087130911834136743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12031128.post-113675525070440564</id><published>2006-01-08T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T13:20:50.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A choice</title><content type='html'>Well well, who could the invader be?  Suffice to say he is my mortal enemy.. or, a nice light snack. &lt;br /&gt;He has invaded our den from the construction happening on the church in the next yard.  There may be multiple invaders, we are not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Poor little critters, their own homes have been buldozed, and where can they go, but someone else's home.  Yes, I'm talking about the impetuous mouse.&lt;br /&gt;They must love the warmth and the constant food availability. &lt;br /&gt;Mum has waged a war though.  Traps.   I hope they pick the 'humane' one.   Then they shall be set free.  However, if they choose the wooden one.. boom .. a ticket to mouse heaven.  &lt;br /&gt;I don't suppose they know they have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;How would I tell them?  Would I need to become one of them to be able to communicate?  I suppose that is the only way.  Well, maybe I could guide them with more tempting food.  But which is more humane?  Instant death, after living such a rich and savory life in my house,(ending on a good note as they say)  or be sent out into the cold Canadian outdoors where they would need to fend for themselves after being used to luxury.  We still have a few hours before dusk settles in the land, and they begin their nightly hauntings....perhaps we will give them only one choice.   So many issues.  I think I'll leave it up to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12031128-113675525070440564?l=adventurestothemax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/feeds/113675525070440564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12031128&amp;postID=113675525070440564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/113675525070440564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/113675525070440564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/2006/01/choice.html' title='A choice'/><author><name>Maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087130911834136743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12031128.post-113493560645520942</id><published>2005-12-18T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T11:53:26.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2381/1000/1600/IMG_1446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2381/1000/200/IMG_1446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2381/1000/1600/IMG_1456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2381/1000/200/IMG_1456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright, not something a HUMAN would want to eat, but I sure loved it... mmm sweet goodness, and my Favorite thing in the whole world.. a ball.. right in the middle .. whoopeee... I must be loved. My buddy SAM came and helped me eat it. I was a bit nervous of the sparklers at first, but, then I was okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12031128-113493560645520942?l=adventurestothemax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/feeds/113493560645520942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12031128&amp;postID=113493560645520942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/113493560645520942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/113493560645520942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-cake.html' title='My cake'/><author><name>Maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087130911834136743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12031128.post-113410872641935904</id><published>2005-12-08T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T13:25:21.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm independant!</title><content type='html'>Well, tonight I went out with my buddy Sam. I am independant now....  don't even need mum to come with me! I was gone for over an hour to Sam's house. Sam's humans had relatives over, but they didn't have any cool balls to throw for me, so I just played with Sam a lot. I'm way more confident now, since I know I can take care of myself without having mum around.&lt;br /&gt;One time she was gone for a long while, on a 'holiday'.   Why she would even consider not taking me I'll never know, I like boats!!! But I stayed with her parents at the farm for a while. Ate lots of chicken, and got kinda chubby, but, I'm still svelte...&lt;br /&gt;Wish mum had lots of chicken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12031128-113410872641935904?l=adventurestothemax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/feeds/113410872641935904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12031128&amp;postID=113410872641935904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/113410872641935904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/113410872641935904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-independant.html' title='I&apos;m independant!'/><author><name>Maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087130911834136743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12031128.post-113398592448265881</id><published>2005-12-07T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T12:05:24.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pic at the lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2381/1000/640/ph164749595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2381/1000/320/ph164749595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd share a pic from the summer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now three years old... this was taken when I was two.&lt;br /&gt;I will upload a pic of my cake eventually!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12031128-113398592448265881?l=adventurestothemax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/feeds/113398592448265881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12031128&amp;postID=113398592448265881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/113398592448265881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/113398592448265881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/2005/12/pic-at-lake.html' title='pic at the lake'/><author><name>Maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087130911834136743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12031128.post-112254066031965168</id><published>2005-07-28T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T01:53:28.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Canoe</title><content type='html'>Well, that was .. um.. interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Canoeing, why, oh why do humans find this engagement so amusing? Festering about in a canoe while the sun beats mercilsly on my svelt furry bod-ay doesn't seem like a good time to me... oh ya.. and the wind? Come on... you can't seriously think you can fight the WIND do you?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, so, I'll tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend (I call it that cuz mum stays home for a whole day, perhaps 2) .. we went on a long canoe ride, that was the worst of it, I'll tell ya the best... the DRIVE from home to Devon. I got to wear my cool dude shades.... and, had my fur blowing in the wind out the bus window. People in cars were honking and waving cuz i'm such a hottie...(specially since my shades had flames on dem) yeaaahhhh baby!&lt;br /&gt;After the bus ride, we picked out a canoe, of course, it was like the only one that was like, not plastic... aluminum i heard mum say.. ya.. you know.. like .. heavy ... but, the guy said it would be faster and lighter than the plastic canoes.. sure, sure....&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, we started WAY later than everyone else... because they had to remove some wooden bars from the front of the canoe.. tighten bolts etc.. you know.. the usual.. the guy mentioned he'd just bought the canoe.. me and mum were thinking.. boy.. you better have tested this thing out tooo...but, she didn't ask...&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah.. seven hours later, after helping a guy who'd flipped his canoe, we ended up back at the zoo...&lt;br /&gt;and, mum's arms were so sore, she could hardly drive home.. I did my best to make her feel better by standing on her arm, in my usual driving position... she didn't seem to mind...who knows, maybe it was a massage.. get over it!!!.. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, mum had a bath.. for like an hour!! What the heck am i supposed to do other than sleep... then when she got out.. she laid in the bed.. and didn't move. I thot she was dead!!!... I kept poking her with my wee black nose to see if she was alive... she was...and I was happy... cuz wow.. who'd feed me then!!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;My fur was a bit messed up because of the wind... 30-40 km... with gusts to 70... heard that 50 was bad... but, none of us knew what was in store when we started.&lt;br /&gt;I also saw a beaver... nearly jumped in the water to get him (note my previous blog about the beaver) .. but, mum's friend Kelly caught me before I hit the water... ggrrrr.... next time.. beaver.. YOU'RE MINE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Although, maybe I will make the Beaver my friend... he does a lot for Elk Island Park apparently... and, to quote Lincoln: Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?&lt;br /&gt;ARF to that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12031128-112254066031965168?l=adventurestothemax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/feeds/112254066031965168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12031128&amp;postID=112254066031965168' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/112254066031965168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/112254066031965168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/2005/07/long-canoe.html' title='The Long Canoe'/><author><name>Maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087130911834136743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12031128.post-111942206943861790</id><published>2005-06-21T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T23:34:29.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Moon Thoughts</title><content type='html'>owwwwoooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Full moon time tonight people!!!  Although I don't howl much, I might tonight.   Creepy.  Especially when the clouds partially cover it...the world is mostly quiet tonight.   Of course, my super hearing doesn't allow for it to be completely silent, but thats the way it goes.&lt;br /&gt;The world goes on and on.  &lt;br /&gt;Outside the window there are moths trying to get as close as they can to the big spotlight shining on the work area where they are building a gym next door.   How silly are they?  I haven't seen any die yet, but there are plenty to take their place should they fall.  Are they trying to catch the sun?  Are they cold?  Do they have a choice?   Instinct overrides reason.  I guess thats what makes you humans so special... you can override instinct with thought and reason.  I wonder if that makes a collective conciousness.  I wonder if that is what beavers and ants do.   Beavers have community.  Ants have community.  Is it the sense of community which drives you to be more than instinctual?  Are ants a lower life form because they are small?  In community, they build amazing things.  Same with beavers, stopping the flow of raging rivers to have a safe/deep calm place to live....kinda like humans.  Changing your surroundings to suit your needs.  Wish I could sometimes... but .. there is only ONE of me.. ONE Max.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12031128-111942206943861790?l=adventurestothemax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/feeds/111942206943861790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12031128&amp;postID=111942206943861790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/111942206943861790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/111942206943861790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/2005/06/full-moon-thoughts.html' title='Full Moon Thoughts'/><author><name>Maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087130911834136743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12031128.post-111768760253260743</id><published>2005-06-01T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:46:42.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/5063/320/IMG_0212.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/5063/200/IMG_0212.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bookworm!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12031128-111768760253260743?l=adventurestothemax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/feeds/111768760253260743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12031128&amp;postID=111768760253260743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/111768760253260743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/111768760253260743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-bookworm.html' title=''/><author><name>Maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087130911834136743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12031128.post-111768749505689940</id><published>2005-06-01T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:44:55.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/5063/640/IMG_0222.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/5063/320/IMG_0222.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12031128-111768749505689940?l=adventurestothemax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/feeds/111768749505689940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12031128&amp;postID=111768749505689940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/111768749505689940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/111768749505689940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/2005/06/max.html' title=''/><author><name>Maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087130911834136743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12031128.post-111768679705343978</id><published>2005-06-01T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:33:17.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatchamean  I can't go outside?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the next few days look like they will be dark days.  Normally I would like to just relax around the house, but I would rather bask in the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that you are 25% more creative when you're lying down?  Isn't that an interesting fact?   Ya.. thats why I sleep all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Mum played "baseball" tonight with a group of other humans....  nice.. they wouldn't even let me play.  Waah.  Stupid ball was too big for me to carry ... but, I could ROLL it around... sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;I kept barking and barking and was a bit of a nusance, but, what the heck... vocal chords are for being loud.. who says i need to keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Mum was happier today...than yesterday.  She wants a change.  I can tell these things.   Change of job/career? Scenery?  Move to Calgary?  Grow up?  hhaaa..&lt;br /&gt;I think we're gonna go for a walk b4 the next rain falls....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12031128-111768679705343978?l=adventurestothemax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/feeds/111768679705343978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12031128&amp;postID=111768679705343978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/111768679705343978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/111768679705343978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/2005/06/whatchamean-i-cant-go-outside.html' title='Whatchamean  I can&apos;t go outside?'/><author><name>Maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087130911834136743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12031128.post-111749469363975769</id><published>2005-05-30T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:27:19.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roommate</title><content type='html'>Hey! Whos that drinking tea and sitting on mum's computer! Some other human has decided to make her home with us now. Way cool!! I have someone to hang with while mum is at work! I'm happy that she likes to play ball with me too... but I still like to sleep in the middle of the day.. I better not get my 'schedule' interrupted man.. or there will be very unhappy humans in the middle of the night when i need to 'go'.... Tee hee.. I wouldn't do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12031128-111749469363975769?l=adventurestothemax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/feeds/111749469363975769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12031128&amp;postID=111749469363975769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/111749469363975769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/111749469363975769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/2005/05/roommate.html' title='The Roommate'/><author><name>Maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087130911834136743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12031128.post-111749119607654832</id><published>2005-05-30T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T16:06:42.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some kinda wonderful</title><content type='html'>Hello! Well, last weekend was fab. We went on a long drive to the mountains...and stayed outside all night! We slept in this covering made of this thin material, mum called it a 'tent' and i was certain that if anything came to attack us we'd be toast. Grrrr... lots of dangers out there... I wasn't scared cuz mum was with me, but man.. if something tried to get us, it would hear from me! Its kinda chilly sleeping outside all night, I had to squeeze into mum's sleeping bag, and hope she didn't roll over me... but, she didn't move, so thats allright.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to cover my food with leaves one morning before we left our temporary home, and when I came back that evening, it appears that a squirrel had stolen all my food! Well, thats probably a good thing... I guess... but I want to eat the squirrel now!  Or, if I was a nice pup, ask it where it hid my food....ya right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and her friend decided to do a bike ride up this really big hill.   What an exhausting time!  They walked the bikes up most of the way cuz it was so steep.  Something about 'Pallisades' lookout.   We took a wrong turn tho, and kept going up the wrong trail, so we never did get to see the lookout, but wholly smokes was the ride down fun!!!   I was on mum's back, in her backpack...the wind blowing in my furry face as I tried to crawl out onto her shoulder to get the best air I could.   Weeeeee...   45 minutes of speed in fresh mountain air!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to this place where there were funny white creatures all over the lawn.  Mum called them 'Goats', I didn't like them very much... they're stinky.   I stayed near mum just in case they decided to come and get me.  It smelled of stinky sulpher (i'm a chemistry major IMHO)... hey..i'm a dog and I'm typing here.. forgetaboutit...okay... so as I was saying... Miette Hotsprings and Sulpher Trail....big hike to the top of the Sulpher mountain.  Skyline Trail.... we saw lots of deer, one even started to come closer to check me out (cuz I'm so darn cute) but, I scared it away with my huge scary voice.  Woof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from the top was pretty amazing... could see lots of mountains and the valleys were fantastic!  (after all this walking I still wanted to eat that squirrel).   There were lots of chipmunks there for me to chase, but mom didn't let me.  I guess she was afraid i might 'catch' something... YA.. its called FOOD!  tee heee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12031128-111749119607654832?l=adventurestothemax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/feeds/111749119607654832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12031128&amp;postID=111749119607654832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/111749119607654832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/111749119607654832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/2005/05/some-kinda-wonderful.html' title='Some kinda wonderful'/><author><name>Maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087130911834136743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12031128.post-111354302705738106</id><published>2005-04-14T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T22:43:19.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The big brown monster</title><content type='html'>Don't ask what your dog can do for you.. ask what you can do for your dog!&lt;br /&gt;What have you done for your dog today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a haircut. Mum and me went out to the park last night. Of course, I did the usual barking at the squirrels and zooming past her and her friend Kelly. Sometimes I zoomed so fast they couldn't even see me (IMHO). The water was rushing very fast in the river, and I wanted to go check it out.. but mum said... NO MAX.. so I didn't. Anyway, ya... so, I got all these pokey things sticking into my fur and poking at my soft tummy.. I didn't like it much. Mum had to bath me to get them all out.. so, I figure, if I get shorter hair (i'm really smart) then I woudn't get so many things stuck into my fur.&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen the big furry monster at the river.. I was gonna go after it. It was all wet and had a wierd shaped tail... I think they call it a 'beaver' it was sooo huge...well..I could take it.. I'm a tuff Mo'fo when I have to be... but I decided it wasn't worth my time.. plus, mum told me not to go into the river. Wish I had a pic. Oh well, we shall meet again ya big, hairy, wet, flat tailed monster... I shall be victorious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12031128-111354302705738106?l=adventurestothemax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/feeds/111354302705738106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12031128&amp;postID=111354302705738106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/111354302705738106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/111354302705738106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/2005/04/big-brown-monster.html' title='The big brown monster'/><author><name>Maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087130911834136743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12031128.post-111319443536818643</id><published>2005-04-10T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T21:41:40.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy hours</title><content type='html'>Hey. So, I went out with my mum today. She has not been spending enough time with me lately, and has been gone quite a lot in the last week. She tells me she'll be 'back soon' but sometimes its DARK outside by the time she gets back. Since I have no concept of time, I'm happy when she comes home, and forget that I didn't get my walk. She said something to our neighbor about working 60 hours last week. Whatever that means. I just don't want her to do THAT again. She is too tired to go for walks and thats just not good. Although, when she works that late, she sometimes takes me to work and that is fun too.. so many things to sniff. I love sneaking away and running up and down the halls. Also, I like to scare people when they walk by her 'cubicle', I like to wait till they get REAL close and then jump out and bark at them.. whooo hooo...scares them quite well, I must say... clutching their hearts and jumping in fright!!! Ya.. I'm a bad@ss..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12031128-111319443536818643?l=adventurestothemax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/feeds/111319443536818643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12031128&amp;postID=111319443536818643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/111319443536818643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/111319443536818643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/2005/04/crazy-hours.html' title='Crazy hours'/><author><name>Maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087130911834136743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12031128.post-111300862388340256</id><published>2005-04-08T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T18:03:43.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Max' First Post</title><content type='html'>My name is Max and I am the cutest dog in the whole world. My mum is Cortney and she takes care of me... actually, I take care of her, making sure that I keep bad guys away. Man, when they walk by MY house, I just bark and bark... they get the message and high-tail it out of there! Aw yeah, I am a serious badass mo'fo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12031128-111300862388340256?l=adventurestothemax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/feeds/111300862388340256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12031128&amp;postID=111300862388340256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/111300862388340256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12031128/posts/default/111300862388340256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventurestothemax.blogspot.com/2005/04/max-first-post.html' title='Max&apos; First Post'/><author><name>Maximus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087130911834136743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
