11/14/2025
🐾 Evenings with Max, the Sassy Great Pyrenees:
It’s evening potty time… before I open the back door, I give him the usual nightly reminder: “No barking, shhh, it’s getting late.”
He looks at me, all innocence and fluff, trots outside… and immediately barks. “Sir 😑 What did I just say? No barking. You shush!” So now, he starts grumbling at me every time he wants to bark but knows he shouldn’t… like he’s muttering complaints under his breath. A passive-aggressive toddler in a giant white fluffy dog suit.
He then wanders over to the flower beds, straight to the spot where I had to rip out a plant because he kept trying to eat it (toxic, of course) and starts digging like he’s about to swan-dive into the dirt. I’m standing there laughing and said, “What’s your plan here, pal? You’re not gonna fit.”
He stops, looks back at me with the most offended expression, like, “Why not? Who are YOU to crush my tiny dirt-dreams?” (I wish I could’ve captured the look on his face 🤣)
We get back inside and he immediately gets the post-potty zoomies, doing full spastic laps around the house. I too then go to the bathroom for literally two seconds I was in there and hear his collar jingle, followed by a thump.
I come back to the guest room, and there he is. On the guest bed. Slightly muddy paws. Very proud. Zero shame.
And honestly, with that face? I can’t even pretend to be mad. He hops down, wanders out of the room like nothing happened… then comes back, stands in the doorway, gives me that look, and of course… backs his fluffy behind into my lap and demanded pets.
And naturally, I gave in. I mean… look at that faaaace! 🥰🖤😂🤷🏼♀️🐾
