I say "Have we got any more??"
Max's new taste sensation today was a vittoria on the vine cherry tomato. Just one little one to see if he liked it. Which he did.
His face was a picture as he chomped down and the tom burst open in his mouth. Big eyes registering surprise and head nodding like the first time he tasted marmite.
I'd say he just likes everything, but he has rejected chocolate chip cookies (home baked) and... that's it, I think.
Just a walk in hand for Mr Max today, on another blowy, rainy Saturday. He got a little over-excited in the sheep field and tried to drag the Ent around, but the Ent is learning to turn him in a circle to stop him, and Max, so far, is foiled.
As soon as we left the grassy field, which was also where the wind was strongest, Max calmed down and walked with a lively step and keen eye. It was lovely to see.
“His name is Max, and he's a Norwegian Fjord X Arab. He’ll be four in June. I have about a month to see if I can make it work and make him mine. Have to see if he chooses me too, and whether I'll do him justice.” (1st May, 2006)
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