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Max has I do believe settled in nicely. After a delightful trip to the vet, where it was determined that he has “combination skin” (yeast and two types of bacteria) and knees that pop in and out of joint, he’s on more meds than my Nana. The good news, he takes pills like his parents, very willingly. I feel like the Bad Cop, I’m the one cleaning his ears, squirting his drops in and pumping him full of pills, making him sit with his medicated shampoo (leave on for 5-10 minutes), then slathering him with Creme Rinse (it can be used as a leave in or styling product). This of course leaves Todd as Good Cop, sneaking him fries and standing over him during his bath, saying, “this sucks for you”. But, with Bad Cop badge comes a little respect. Todd time is Play Time, which means, anytime is play time. Max it seems enjoys the tobacco, and so does Todd. So Max likes to snarffle/lick every drop of tobacco/nicotine residue/sweat off of Todd’s hands and face. HA! He’ll curl up and sleep next to me, but it’s a constant hand/neck rape for old Shotgun. I feel vindicated, and his sweet little sighing snore makes it all worth it. Actually, him waking Todd up for some Nicotine Necking makes it all worth it.
