I know, I know. It’s not Monday. I can write a Max Factor post whenever I want. This is for Ela. Max went in a fluffy little fur ball and walked out a skinny and hardly recognizable rat. He’s still cute, but we are having a bit of a hard time getting used to his new look. I think he is a little embarrassed at his own nakedness. He’s acting a little “down” tonight since we took his glorious coat away.
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Poor Max had his first sick day. We noticed Saturday night that he was especially mellow, content just to lay there and chill out most of the evening. Then when I woke for work on Sunday morning (4 AM), he did not let me know that I was supposed to take him outside like he normally does. I took him outside anyway. As I get ready every morning, he has his chance to get a drink and eat a little food. He drank a little, but did not eat. As some of you know, I went home around 5:45 AM since they were overstaffed at work. When I got home, Max was asleep upstairs and didn’t really show interest in getting up like he normally does.
After church, it was clear that he was not feeling his best because he hid in the corner of the front entrance area behind a plant and slept there. At one point we were looking all over the house for him and he was nowhere to be found (he was tucked away hiding in a corner asleep). By the time the Super Bowl rolled around, he felt very warm and was shivering. Marcela tried to get him to drink but he wouldn’t. He would get up every 30 seconds or so and re-situate himself, but he seemed confused and was looking back and forth with the saddest eyes. Eventually, I got a turkey baster and filled it with water, held his mouth open and put the water in there and he drank quite a bit. For the next hour or two he steadily got better.
By bed time around 10 PM, a noise outside woke him and he growled and barked for the first time all day, and he woke up and found a paper towel on the coffee table. He took off with it, tore it up, and then we knew he was feeling a lot better. The short of it is that we never found out what was wrong with him, but he’s back to his normal mischievous self now.
Max got his first official cut and grooming this week. The poor guy could barely see when I took him in because the hair on his muzzle curled up over his eyes. Now his big dark eyes really stand out and he looks like a little toy stuffed animal. I wonder if the sedated him for the mop chop, because he hates even being combed or brushed.
These are my favorite animals as pets.
#5. Rabbits – I had a rabbit when I was a kid. These guys are cute, smart, and pretty clean. They also do not make much noise. They poop in little pellets which does help in clean up. Unfortunately, they drop hair and they aren’t really good for anything but dinner. LOL JK They make good pets if they get used to being handled. And what is cuter than a little bunny?
#4. Betta (fish) – The great thing about bettas is that they live in a little filterless tank. They are happy in a small enclosure, easy to care for, easy to move around, beautiful, and they only live 3 years (give or take a little). That means they won’t burden you down with their care for too long. Get a pair and put them in two tank beside each other and watch them flare up ready for battle. Did I mention that all the most beautiful ones are males?
#3. Cats/Kittens – Admittedly, I would never want a cat in my house. They make the house smell, they are aloof, they require attention to prevent hairballs and destructive behavior, they drop hair everywhere, and they are natural hunters which makes it hard to have some of the other pets mentioned in this list along with the cat. However, they can be cuddly at times and when they are in the mood make great hands on pets.
#2. Parrots – I am a fan of birds because they are so smart. They look at you and you can tell they are thinking and problem solving. They can be mischievous and noisy at times, but they are good pets. They also can be kept in a cage while you are gone at work and you don’t have to feel guilty.
#1. Dogs – Of course, did you think any different? I love dogs, puppies, big dogs, little ones, mean looking dogs, cute dogs, long haired dogs, shaggy dogs, short haired dogs, it doesn’t matter. Dogs are man’s best friend! They look to you for protection, food, shelter and love. When you come home, your dog doesn’t care if you had a great day or a lousy day at work. He just wags and licks as always. No pet in the world can compare with a loyal dog.
No picture today. Here’s the haps with the Max. We were feeding and cleaning the bird cages and Max was extremely interested. I took Chippy (the green cheek conure) out and Max startled him. He wouldn’t even stay on my hand so I couldn’t introduce them. For the record, Max has met the male lovebird and he does great with him as long as he’s in the cage. I just don’t trust them enough to let him lose. It wouldn’t take much of a snap from Max, even though he’s tiny, to hurt or kill the little lovebird. Anyway, I let the female lovebird out and she burrowed down in my hand while Max sniffed her. She nibbled at his nose, but didn’t really bite or act defensive. The funny thing is that Max let her walk all over him until he turned his head and saw that it was a bird walking on his back. The lovebirds are all about 1/3 to 1/2 the size of the conure, but they are so much braver than that Green Cheek green cheek chicken. This week, Max may lose his new little buddy (the girl lovebird) since we are possibly giving her to someone from church.
On another note, I may take Max down to get his first cut/grooming tomorrow. Wish the poor little fella luck, cause they may try to take his masculinity away. I will try to protect him from fruitification. I’ll tell them to put a cammo bandanna on him or something. 🙂
Last night, I snapped off these pictures of Max. Marcela bathed him and gave him a good brushing so he’s a little fluff ball here.
You can see that Max is getting bigger.
By POOPular demand, this is your weekly Max update. Tammy fell in love with a Shih Tzu pup, and now she is not sure she can keep it. She named her Lucille after Lucille Ball. Max, the gladiator of a dog that he is, was afraid to hurt the pup. So every time Lucy came close, Max took off running.