Another month has passed and Max (full name Maximus Decimus Meridius after Russell Crowe's character in Gladiator) is now the ripe old age of six months...and I do mean ripe. The odours that emanate from that pup could kill a small bird. He is a sweetie though, and still full of energy but we're starting to get a handle on it. We're trying the no touch, no talk, no eye contact when we come home and that usually works well but yesterday when Mike walked into the kitchen I was so sorry I didn't have a video camera handy.
Max ran around the house like mad launching himself onto the furniture and into Mike while he ran in circles. Pitou followed, growling viciously while he tried to get Max to settle down, but Max was a wild whirling dervish. I think he may need an extra walk in the afternoons to dissipate some of that energy that seems to be coiled inside him while he waits for his favourite playmate to return.
If you're curious to look at his growth check this link and you should be able to wind your way back every month.