Living with Max Update: this champion just unleashed (outside of course) a torrent of potty that lasted so long that he got tired of lifting his leg up he had to put it down before he finished.

Take a nap, champ. You earned it! 🤣

#livingwithmax
#germanshepherd

The type of content that brings my doomscrolling to a hard stop.

I wonder how Satan is dealing with the arrival of Jimmy Swaggart. He’s famously wary of competition.

Fine dining pros, please help me understand something.

Does “The Bear” get it right?

I get coming in early to prep, but 8–10 hours before service even starts?? Then powering through the full dinner rush after that?

Is that real life, or is it TV drama?
#TheBear #finedining

The biggest lie you can tell yourself as a Job Seeker over the age of 50 is there is an on-ramp BACK into the workforce.

There’s an opportunity for you that is commensurate with your skills & your experience & you’ll earn a salary at or near a level of your previous position.

Pure utter delusion.

I want to be really clear on this: there's absolutely no value to America whatsoever in Linda McMahon being in public life. She's a minimally educated, poorly informed rich woman who should be sipping Chardonnay in a bunker in New Zealand. No one should take her seriously or do anything she demands.

Living with Max Update: Max thinks I’m ok, but he LOVES Lee.

Lee took this photo. I now refer to Max as his “shadow.”

Living with Max Update: Max has decided that this patch of ivy in the backyard is his “spot.”

Here he is looking regal and serene 😊
#LivingwithMax

If you haven’t heard of Rep. Sydney Kamlager-Dove… you have now.

When she stepped out from the back without missing a beat, I knew it was on🔥
@kamlager-dove.house.gov

Here’s pic of our happy Max getting a bath. He also got trimmed, clipped, and expressed. 😄
We’re calling this a big win.
4/4

When the groomer arrived, Max came out wagging his tail, ready to say “Hi!”

My stepson sat in the van to help with any separation anxiety, but Max was a total pro.

He jumped right in, got on the table, and knew exactly what to do. His only complaint? Toenail trimming.
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After some research, I went with the mobile groomer our neighbor raved about. He does an amazing job on her Poms. We had a chance to chat beforehand, and I immediately felt at ease.

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Living with Max Update: A Great Groomer!

The day after our “eventful” Thursday, Max had his first grooming appointment. I was nervous and still feeling rattled from the day before

Turns out I didn’t need to be. 😍
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Digital illustration of a peregrine falcon overlooking Yosemite Valley. There is a Giant Sequoia on either side. It says Embrace Beauty, Reject Tyranny. California is home to the resistance. Drawn in Adobe Illustrator

I designed this poster in January and now it’s true!

Screen back in. Dog calm. Nerves frazzled. We survived.

Takeaway:
It’s still too soon to separate Max from my stepson for even short errands.

We’re learning. One Thursday at a time.

And here is Max today. Disappointed that I won’t share my cheese with him.
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10/11
They come home an hour later, full of retail adventure stories. Max is beside himself with joy.

Hubby casually asks, “So how’d it go?” I just stare at him. He didn’t even notice the screen pop out…right in front of him.
🧵🪡

9/11
I finally get Max settled, then move him to the one place I know he’ll chill: my stepson’s room. He climbs onto the bed, curls up, and calms down.

I sit in the desk chair, read my book, and wait.
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8/11
Before I can grab him, Max’s head and shoulders are out the window. I barely get his collar (which, of course, is loose). Slam the window, drag him to his platform.

Yell to Hubby and gardener: “Move away from the window!”
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7/11
I run for treats, thinking I’ll tell my husband to move it along. When I return, Max is scrabbling at the screen, pops it right out.

Only barrier left? A sheer curtain.
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6/11
Barking. Whining. Paw-planted at the front window, refusing to move. Then chaos: the gardener shows up and chats with my husband right outside.

Max considers the gardener his mortal enemy. Volume cranks to 100.
🧵🪡

5/11
So I suggested they ask my stepson if Max could stay home with me, since he was tired. Stepson agreed.

They head out.

Max loses it.
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4/11
My stepson wanted to go shopping. My husband wasn’t sure about bringing Max (who wears a Service Dog in training vest, but we’re still figuring that part out.)

Getting Max into a store is chaos: whining, leash pulling, overstimulated mess.
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3/11
Max had already been on a long morning walk and was zooming around the trainer’s yard during the chat.

We finally got to training—three reps in, Max flopped. Tired. Fair enough. We took our homework and went home.
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2/11
My stepson, who doesn’t have many friends, adores the chatter. For him, “small talk” means a full medical history and life story.

Meanwhile, I was vibrating with impatience after 30 minutes. My brain was done before we even started.
🧵🪡

1/11
Morning started well. We all met with the dog trainer.

She’s got a gentle, grandmotherly vibe and is amazing with my stepson, who has a hearing disability. She also loves to chit chat.
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Living with Max Update: The Thursday Incident

No, not this Thursday. But a Thursday. A memorable one.

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One of the greatest deceptions of our time is the false narrative that we should be more concerned about a poor person misusing the welfare system or an immigrant being here illegally than we are about the ultra wealthy abusing the system and cruel people having unchecked power over all of us.

The marketing overlords have infiltrated all of my platforms to insist that it is National Cheese Day.

Fine.

I declare for Team Pepper Jack!
🌶️🧀
#pepperjackcheese

Here is our Max relaxing in his favorite spot.

Close enough to the window to monitor the neighborhood comings and goings.

Close enough to my stepson in case he needs anything.

And close enough to the kitchen in case there are any dropped food emergencies 😂
🧵🪡 10/10