Firsts

First love: to Newburgh beach to meet Lottie, Sharon and the girls. Lottie's a non-stop water loving dog. Max had no eyes for the seals nosying at us from the water or the rabble on the opposite shore, he just wanted to follow Lottie....everywhere that is except into the water...oh and when he discovered the horses doofers buffet. Dog breath ahoy. Least it's only recycled grass, not unlike the stuff surrounding his......

First Turkey: free range at Formartine's, one got loose and came beak to nose with Max. He didn't bark, just eyed the beastie up. Poor beastie, we plotted to set them free before Christmas, but they'd no doubt walk straight into a fox's poker den. We all sat outside to drink hot drinks and eggy bread??? Sharon and the girls, the 4 sincstus and Sam's pal Lucas, till the cold called time, and the beachy dog smell led to home and his.....

First bath: Max ain't no water babe. A luke warm low filled bath, gentle handfuls of warm water to get him ready for a tiny bit of dog shampoo, a wee cup to rinse so as not to scare the fur off him with the shower. But he wasn't buying this gently, gently approach. What a sorry and sad wee puppy face and whimper. Wrapped him in a towel like a toddler to take him downstairs to dry off in front of his.....

First Coal fire: Utter bliss. Even the cat came and joined us. Max had mad 10 minute bark session. Then it got too hot and we all slowly melted into........