I have no dogs now, but having just moved out from the parents house last January, I always had dogs around for most of my life, as the maternal unit is a dog maniac. 14 dogs, 11 of which are small mongrels, a miniature pinscher, and two Great Danes. One of the 11 mongrels, technically,
is mine, but he can't stay with me right now, as I really can't afford both the increase in rent and the increase of grocery and vet bills to keep him.
And he is....in fact...a very strange little dog, named Maximillion, "max" for short. He...kinda looks like a 20 pound chow-chow mixed with a dachsund. He's jet black, and has a chow like head and longer fur, but he got little short legs and a long body.
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He looks
completely ridiculous. He has this game that he likes to play with the other dogs. I call it "Couch King". He likes to get up on the couch, and stand there. Then he'll bark, yap, growl and howl trying to get the attention of the other dogs, which eventually brings them running. And they'll jump up on the couch with him to see what's wrong...or at least they'll try, because Max'll rear back and smack them up side their heads with his front paws while they're jumping up, or he'll bite them, or any number of way he can knock the other dogs off course from getting up on the couch with him. And since he has ten other dogs who're trying to get up there with him sometimes, he's pretty busy when he's playing. He'll detour one, have to run to the other side, run off another, spin, knock one off of the couch that jumped up when he wasn't looking. I still have
no idea why he does this, except for pure entertainment value.
He's also kinda crafty. <_< My mother buys those rawhide bones, and he loves 'em. So she'll buy enough for all of the dogs and hand them out. But, see, one rawhide bone just isn't good enough for Max, he needs a collection hidden somewhere. So he'll go and he'll hide his, and then try to follow my mother around, pretending like he never got one. That, of course, never works, because even though there's 14 dogs, it's not real hard to remember if you gave all of them a treat or not.
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So, after failing at that, Max'll go about trying to rob the other dogs of theirs. This is where his craftiness shows through. He'll run over and look out of the window, and through the glass for a minute. Usually, the other dogs will see pedestrians outside the window, and they'll like to run outside to bark at them. They'll
all go running at the bark of one, it's like a signal. So Max'll look out of the window...and
pretend like he just spotted someone outside, and start barking. This gets the other dogs barking, even though they can't
see anything...why would their packmate lie, for crying out loud!? There must be
someone! So Max'll run full out halfway to the back door, barking the whole way, and the others will go too....only Max'll stop halfway. Meanwhile, the other 11 dogs keep going...right out the doggie door and into the yard to bark at the non-existent pedestrian that Max had spotted! Max'll take this moment to run back into the living room, steal as many of the rawhide bones that have bee left behind as he can, and hide them in his hiding spot.
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And then, when they get back inside and wonder where the heck their bones went, Max just climbs upp on the couch and looks innocent, as if he were saying "What? Don't look at
me, mine's gone too, maybe you guys ate them all."
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Every week or so, my mother will go back and empty Max's hiding spot, and he'll just stare at her while she does it, like "Hey! I worked
hard to get all of that!" he'll stash
everything. Rawhide bones, chew toys, mouthfuls of dry dog food that he'll take out of the bowl and run back there to drop off for whatever reason(I guess maybe he figures he might want a snack while committing larceny on the bones later...) The dog's a lunatic.