My Friend, Maxx

I have a new friend and his name is Maxx.

Maxx is visiting us for the summer and he had quite and introduction to the neighborhood. Or should I say, the neighborhood had quite an introduction to Maxx. After spending two long days driving from Texas, Maxx's morning outing turned into quite an adventure. For him, his owner and me.

While we thought the dogs were in the yard, Maxx was actually getting to know my neighbor's yard, trying to "mark" every spot that he thought should belong to him. And when he wasn't in that neighbor's yard watering the lawn, he decided to visit the neighbor on our other side. That's when the feathers flew. Literally.

My neighbors have chickens and Maxx took some time to play with them. Unfortunately, chickens don't like to play with dogs. One got stressed out and died and the other one was never to be seen again.

I can't tell you how bad we felt. It made me sick to my stomach. Floyd, Maxx's owner, was totally distressed. He even checked Maxx out and noted that Maxx didn't eat the chicken as there was no blood or feathers in his mouth.

And then, just as we had recovered from Maxx's deadly romp, I introduced Floyd to the neighbor's little girl. She looked at Floyd and said, "Your dog killed our chickens!" Even though she said it in a nice way and not accusing at all, it kind of felt like a knife going into the heart ... again.

We've all recovered and Maxx in adjusting well to his vacation home. He and Buffy get along famously. Today Buffy, Maxx, Roscoe and Webster had a chance to gather in the yard and play for a few minutes. I think Maxx kinda likes country life.

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