Max is a mess, serious need of grooming.
Apparently he's a West Highland terrier mix.
The Hallmark moment was ruined by freezing temps and 30 mph winds.
Teen Queen, upon meeting Max:
"Max! Where have you been all my life!"
Baby Queen, upon meeting Max:
We have a Love Triangle brewing.
TQ loves Max.
Max loves BQ.
BQ wants nothing to do with Max.
Okay, I've never had a boy dog before.
Whole new ballgame.
Charlie was a sweet dainty female who
truly seemed embarrassed by her potty needs.
Max just did his first business in his new yard and
I have a couple of observations.
First, he's ambidextrous, showing peeing skill from either side.
Second, the post-pooping grass kick is a new phenomenon for me.
This little dog has some powerful back legs.