Christmas met the boys last night and they all seemed to get along ok, but today Max doesn't seem to be to thrilled with him. Maybe he just wants to run and play with him but I dunno if I trust that or not. I am glad to see that Christmas is no longer tied up with no shelter and is back out on the lamb...lol.
Alicia is gone this evening so it is just Gary and I home with the boys. Max tried to prove he was a lap dog too earlier. However he really isn't I wish I had my camera when he was climbin all over Gary. It was funny. Then he kept attacking Gary's feet. He wouldn't bother mine. Gary's like what the what? Why isn't he going after your feet. I tried to tell him it was the socks, he thought I was crazy. Well he finally took the socks off and Max finally left his feet alone.
Now Max is wore out and sleepin under my chair and let me tell ya what. This dog has some serious gas. If he don't quit I am seriously going to have buy paint tomorrow to repaint the front room.
Wow someone send a gas mask, please.
Correction...it may not be Mask that has the gas...it may be Spock.

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