Max was such a diva today. He’s accustomed to getting a treat every time he comes inside… but he’s learned to work the system. He spent about 2 hours this morning going in and out of the house, just because he knows I’m a softy, and will give-in every time. He’s got me wrapped around his finger paw.
His palette for fine foods is growing everyday. He has always seen his dog food as a last resort, and we haven’t done a very good job of teaching him otherwise. Max has always loved carrots and grapes, but this week I discovered he loves tomatoes, too. The other day I let him try chips and salsa. He ate all the salsa, but spit out the chips. What a weirdo.
