This weekend Max and I were without Nate, who was still in Detroit visiting his family and setting up his brick and mortar office for his development business GRID LLC. Much of the weekend involved running errands, going for long drives, taking lots of walks up and down on the sidewalks of our mountainside neighborhood, frolicking at the dog park, lounging in the living room and sleeping.
Max the Bear lounging on our guest room bed, uninvited.
Life in Pictures: A Bear-y Max and Mama Weekend
In the house, Max lounges around, quite lazy, dozing off in one spot, only to wake up an hour later, stalk to another spot and stretch out there. The only time he seems active and lively is when I’m eating and he follows me around, begging for treats with his extremely expressive eyes. Other than that, he’s lying around somewhere. In the hallway, under a table, on a guest bed without being invited…always asleep or on the verge of dozing off.
Max, lounging in the cool, dark hallway. One of his favorite spots.
Someone’s following me around…
Are you looking for something, Mr. Bear?
… Oh, you want treats? Cookies? Schneke? … Beggar Bear.
I, on the other hand, am more committed to my lounging spots. I park my ass firmly onto a specific corner of our comfy couch and I lay back, feasting my eyes on the bountiful visual delights of my new boyfriend, HGTV (Home and Garden TV network). I occasionally get up to empty my bladder, find the Bear and lavish him with Friendship (a currency in his country!) or skulk to the kitchen to rummage through our barren cabinets for something to snack on, only to realize moments later that we don’t keep snacks in the house for the very reason that we binge when we indulge ourselves in hours-long sessions with the TV. Dangit.
When we tire of lounging (who could do such a thing!), we go outside. I either take him on a specific loops of streets in our neighborhood, craning my neck here and there for a view of the ocean (not hard to find), or I take him to the dog park at the bottom of the mountain.
Max successfully terrorized the big dogs and remains the victorious Bear of the wilderness.
Max, pouncing.
Max comes alive when he hits the grass at the dog park. The lounging, somnolent little bugger becomes a leaping, bouncy beast, pouncing on nearby dogs and dog-parents alike. He reserves no judgement and withholds no affection. He loves all moving creatures alike (though he hasn’t started to gravitate toward purse dogs, yet… like mother, like son, I suppose!).
This weekend, he chose a specific doggy dad to follow around the park between our fast-paced frisbee fetch and tag game. Coming up to me to comment on Max’s cuteness, the man diplomatically received Max’s fierce onslaught of Wheaten Greetin’ and Friendship exchanging. When Max calmed a bit a few minutes later, he leaned heavily against the man’s leg while the man scratched behind Max’s ears. Oh, what a spoiled one.
When it was time for more Frisbee, Max ran for it, but in a moment of distraction by a newcomer big dog, he ran off into the pack to jump and punch and play with all the other kids…. and then he discovered and immediately fell in love with the dog park’s mudhole. Breaking off my conversation with the doggy dad, I ran off to retrieve the frisbee and Max only to discover him lying down full in the mud, legs, stomach and all.
Where’s Max? Too tired to find his way out of those treacherous curtains!
I hosed him off when we got home and then we both promptly collapsed into our respective beds, Max, so tired he couldn’t be bothered to maneuver his head around the curtain that half-covered him.
When he’s super REM-ing, he sleeps on his back, full on Grocery Store frozen food aisle chicken style.
Tuckered Bear, tuckered Bear mama. Lazy Sunday.
Sunday, we slept a lot, snuggled a lot and didn’t go near the dogpark, having thoroughly tired ourselves out.
It was a good weekend.
How was your weekend?
Me ke aloha ~ With love, Xx
Mae
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