Maximus the Destroyer

The closest thing I have to a nephew at the moment is my sister's dog, Max. He'll be six years old in January 2006. He became part of the family when he was four months old and really had us sold when he managed to fall asleep without crying on his first night at home. He chases flies, mosquitoes, butterflies, cats and whoever is holding his chew toy; eats a wide variety of food (except jello because he just can't get it when it's on the ground); whines when he needs to do #1 or #2 in the garden; steals the bathroom rug or snores loudly when he wants to play; and always manages to make a sucker out of you with his sad dog face. For more information on Max, check out www.dogster.com. Happy midweek!