We rehomed Max from a family who decided they could no longer care for him properly. He was a lovable, goofy, 7-1/2 year old who weighed about 110 pounds. We were expecting family for Christmas, so I took him to Petsmart for a bath and to have his nails trimmed, I discovered he was skittish about walking on a hard concrete floor – apparently afraid he would slip. His toenails came out just like a cat’s claws and he “click-clacked” very slowly across the floor toward the grooming room.
When I picked him up after his grooming, although his nails had been trimmed, he started click-clacking again as we started toward the front of the store. As we made our first turn down the aisle toward the check-out counter, his head lashed out like a frog’s tongue after a fly, and he grabbed the largest, double-knotted rawhide chew “bone” I have ever seen!
As I stood there gaping, a couple nearby couldn’t contain themselves and roared with laughter at the spectacle. Max stood there calmly with his prize clamped securely in his jaws, with a softball-sized rawhide knot on each side of his mouth.
“I guess you just picked out your Christmas present,” I said, and started toward the cashier. I was surprised again as Max walked quietly beside me with no click-clack. He was concentrating so much on holding onto his new “bone,” that he forgot completely about the concrete floor!
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from Jim, North Carolina