Ask the Maui Monster

Hey Maui,

I came across this picture, and wondered if there is any relation between you and the Guinness Book of World Record holder for the hairiest man?

Thanks,

Auntie Mel

Dear Auntie Mel...

I used to think so. Then this happened...

They took my dreads. They took my ears. They even took my beard. What's a Barbet without a barbe? It's a dog with severe identity issues.

There are a few silver linings to this dark, dark cloud, though: I'm much cooler (maybe not aesthetically, but definitely thermally), and my blingy collar is much more pronounced. If past growth is any indication of future growth, I should be back to normal in no time.

A happy birthday indeed

Another April 27th has come and (almost) gone; and really, it was just another day. I woke up "on the floor" in Gramma Helsi's room, went behind the counter at the post office, tight-rope walked a curb and tried Italian prosciutto for the first time.

Yup...just another day.

Common courtesy

I like to give the peeps a few months to enjoy their new things before I annex them. Take this blanket; Dan bought it for Tiia last Christmas. Since then, I've given them 118 straight days of first dibs on it whenever we'd retire to the couch. I think that's enough time.

Mauiyahu

I'm a much better seder guest than Eliyahu. I don't need my own glass of wine or a song in my honour or anything like that. Just a few bites your dinner and maybe a bum rub.

Life as an office dog

When Dan told me he was getting an office, I was less than impressed. We had a good routine at home. I had the couch, the bed and the cheese in the fridge. He got to wear his comfy clothes all day. Win/Win.

It was a tough adjustment at first, but I'm getting used to it. On the plus side, I get the afternoon sun, surround sound and Otis the Jack Russell whose mailman-directed Napoleon complex entertains me to no end. On the minus side, the rug's no king bed, but once I fall asleep, it doesn't matter much*.

*Only applicable at work.

Before and After

The coin came up tails.

Grampa Tony: Uh...Maui?

Me: Yes, Grampa?

Grampa Tony: I wanna talk to you about the fifty bucks you won at Superbowl.

Me: Yeah, it was great! I'm thinking about splurging for a taste of Swedish Moose Cheese.

Grampa Tony: Do you know how it makes me look to my friends giving money to a dog?

Me: You should be more concerned about what they think of you being on the dogblog.

Grampa Tony: The what?

Me: We've gone over this.