So Max came inside yesterday. Mom said he had to get a bath? What is that about? I get a bath, like, all the time! All day long! Can this dog not clean himself? That is just gross.
Anyway. So, I tried to take Fishie over to Max, I thought we could play with him together, you know? I mean, he's my brother, I was trying to share. Well, Mom snatched Fishie right up and put him in his hiding place. She said Max doesn't know how to play with Fishie. I thought she's underestimating him, but she reminded me what he did to Mousie (may he rest in peace) so I decided it was probably a good idea.
As you can see, I was keeping a close eye on Max after that (yeah, I snuck up on him from under the table so he wouldn't know I was coming). I didn't want him sneaking around and getting into anything he's not supposed to.
Oh, and thanks for the tips for taking care of Mom! She says she's feeling better now. ;)