Maxwell

OH HAI! I almost didn't see you there because I was too busy making the splashes in my clam shell pool. The blue one, for men don't do pink.

Speaking of doing, I have what they say is an unhealthy interest in my stuffed monkey. I love it too much, capiche? But don't worry, the kind folks at my temporary digs have said it comes with, so I shall never know the sweet sorrow of parting from my first love.

My ridiculously long tongue is primarily used to give my humans the kisses. But it also helps form my vocal pleasure at seeing any human look my way, my displeasure should you deny this growing boy his noms, or for back chatting should you ask me to do something I'm not in the mood to do.

My attention span may be very much that of a young puppeh - non-existant - but I have shown that I am quick to learn the rules, the sits for the noms and walking like a gem on lead. With the latter I may forget myself at times and try to bite it. Forgive me.

My fellow canines have taught me a thing or two.... like introducing myself by humping their head. Oops. So I'm kinda looking for a canine sibling who is not afraid to place the paw of "respect me" upon my wee head and tell me to quit it. For I will, as submitting to their will may as well be my middle name. Oh, they can be of any size provided they like to play, snooze, rinse and repeat.

Ideal for virtually any family situation who is aware that I will grow into a big and solid boy, all I ask is that there are kids, kids and more kids in the family who don't mind my (currently) sharp puppeh teef.

Ready to rock your world with my awesomeness, you know where to find me.