We'd made arrangements for a house-sitter. He's one of JJ's friends. He came to visit last Thursday for some play time to gain Max' trust. We showed him the microwave, the garage code, the famed snack drawer, and of course, Max' treat cupboard.
Apparently, Max was being friendly on Thursday because his mama was home.
Apparently, Max was not happy that his dad had loaded up the car with those long sticks and jackets and big shoes.
Apparently, Max does know how to growl.
Apparently, Max did not want to play chase or keep away with the touch-down towel.
Apparently, Max preferred solitude.
It was a long, long, long weekend for both Max and our friendly house-sitter. Sometimes, things are just not right until Daddy's home...and the reunion was full of jumping, dancing and kisses for a half-hour or so until Daddy said he needed a shower from all the "kisses."