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stinkybrowndogs · 3 months

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Some dog movie observations:

The 1990s to like 2010 seems to be the golden age of dog movies. We got Beethoven (1992), Homeward Bound (1993), Air Bud (1997), 101 Dalmatians (1996), Snow Dogs (2002), Because of Winn Dixie (2005), Hotel for Dogs (2009), Beverly Hills Chihuahua (2008) to name a few that I enjoyed. There is also a slew of B-rate movies that while not as good, still have some charm. I will say I think it helps that cgi wasn’t heavily used in movies until the later 2000s and 2010s, and it is my humble opinion that too much cgi ruins the movies. The more tricks the dog actually does on camera, the better. Bonus points if clever camera shots and practical effects are used instead of cgi.

Anything before the 80s? Questionable animal ethics. (The Animal welfare act was passed in 1966, so really anything before then is… wild.)

Now. As we travel into the 2010s-2020s, we see an uptick in copaganda. (Max, Dog, Rescued by Ruby, and a Dogs Journey are some recent ones). We also see an uptick of Really Bad Movies (think like a dog-BAD. Lady and the tramp? WORSE.) we also see a lot of strange indie films about dogs (white god was….. weird.) this is also when the “air buddies” took off to be their own thing, which has turned into an entire studio that makes Bad Dog Movies (and also shows! Pup academy, phantom pups, and one other one on Netflix. They are Bad)

There are also several with like 100 remakes (lassie, benji, where the red fern grows, like 200 different white fangs smh) so I’m not super sure how I’m going to tackle those….

The most popular dog breeds in these movies are probably goldens, labs, German shepherds, Great Danes (! At least 3 so far; marmaduke, the ugly Dachshund, and Chestnut hero of Central Park), old English sheepdogs (! Surprising but there was a few!) and beagles (again at least a few movies). Also, terriers.

Dobermans, Rottweilers, Beaucerons, and German shepherds are top picks for the antagonist characters, or just as Menacing Dogs

There are several I haven’t watched yet because they are not on any streaming service, and I will have to check my library to see if they have any of them to loan. I am looking forward to the Tim Allen shaggy dog (horrifying poster- dog with human eyes photoshopped on), marmaduke (I remember this movie being terrible), cats & dogs (I remember liking these)

Im tempted to try and make a big long video just. Reviewing all the movies I have watched but that is a massive waste of my time and also I have the personality of a shoe so I’m not sure who would actually be interested in watching it. Much to think about.

#dog movie saga #the list is LOOOOONG #there r like 200 movies I haven’t watched #idk if I should like. be more picky #narrow my requirements #idk #I think I’m gonna watch some horror ones tonight #cujo and white dog maybe?

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kellieblog · 4 months

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The Sheepadoodle Dog Breed: A Comprehensive Guide to Their Affectionate Nature and Intelligent Traits

Introduction to the Sheepadoodle Dog Breed

The Sheepadoodle, a charming hybrid breed resulting from the union of the Old English Sheepdog and the Poodle, has gained significant popularity due to its endearing personality and delightful appearance. Originating in the United States, this breed blends the desirable traits of its parent breeds, creating a loving and adaptable family companion.

About the Sheepadoodle

Sheepadoodles are renowned for their distinctive appearance, characterized by a fluffy coat, floppy ears, and expressive eyes. Combining the herding instincts of the Old English Sheepdog with the intelligence of the Poodle, this hybrid breed has garnered popularity for its hypoallergenic coat and friendly disposition.

With a typical lifespan of 12 to 15 years, Sheepadoodles come in various colors, including black and white, gray and white, and merle patterns, resulting from the intentional crossing of two purebred dogs.

How to Care for a Sheepadoodle

Food for Sheepadoodles

Ensuring the well-being of Sheepadoodles involves providing a balanced diet. Consider the following three essential food choices:

Premium Dry Kibble: Opt for a premium dry kibble formulated for medium to large breeds, with real meat as the primary ingredient for adequate protein intake.

Canned Dog Food: Supplement their diet with canned dog food to add moisture and flavor variety.

Fresh Fruits and Vegetables: Incorporate healthy treats like carrots, apples, and green beans to boost their nutrient intake.

Maintain a consistent feeding schedule and monitor portion sizes to prevent overeating and weight gain.

Creating the Right Environment

Establishing a suitable environment for Sheepadoodles involves:

Secure Yard: Provide a secure, fenced yard for safe play and exercise, ensuring the fence is tall enough to prevent jumping.

Indoor Comfort: Inside the home, offer a comfortable sleeping area, toys, and mental stimulation for downtime.

Daily Exercise: Regular walks, playtime, and interactive toys are essential for their physical and mental well-being.

Care Methods

To ensure a Sheepadoodle's happiness, engage in activities that stimulate their mind and body, such as interactive toys, puzzle games, and obedience training sessions.

Grooming for Sheepadoodles

Maintaining their coat requires regular attention:

Brushing: Brush their coat two to three times a week to prevent matting and remove loose hair.

Bathing: Bathe as needed, typically every two to three months or when they get dirty.

Facial Maintenance: Regularly clean their face and beard to prevent food residue buildup.

Nail Trimming: Trim their nails every few weeks to maintain a comfortable length.

Regular grooming not only keeps Sheepadoodles looking their best but also promotes skin and coat health.

Preparing for Life with a Sheepadoodle

Ensure a happy and healthy life for your Sheepadoodle with these key steps:

Socialization: Socialize them from a young age to ensure they are well-adjusted and friendly.

Training: Invest in basic obedience training to establish good behavior habits.

Environment: Create a safe and stimulating environment with plenty of mental and physical activities.

Common Diseases, Vaccines, and Names for Sheepadoodles

Common Diseases: Sheepadoodles can be prone to conditions like hip dysplasia, progressive retinal atrophy, and bloat. Regular vet visits and responsible breeding practices can help reduce the risk of hereditary health issues.

Vaccines: Common vaccines include those for rabies, distemper, and parvovirus. Consult your veterinarian for a vaccination schedule tailored to your dog's needs.

Choosing a Name: Consider their unique personality and appearance when choosing a name. Opt for a name that is easy to pronounce and reflects their friendly and playful nature. Common names include Oreo, Daisy, Teddy, and Max.

How to Buy/Adopt a Sheepadoodle

Locations of Popularity: Sheepadoodles are popular in the United States, Canada, and the United Kingdom, with reputable breeders in these regions.

Average Price: The average price for a puppy from a reputable breeder can range from $1,500 to $3,500, depending on factors such as lineage and coat color.

Adoption Communities: Consider adopting from rescue organizations or shelters, with dedicated rescue groups often found on social media platforms like Facebook and Instagram.

What to Check Before Adoption/Buying: Prior to adopting or purchasing, ensure the dog's general health, vaccination status, and medical history are up-to-date. Ask for health certificates and inquire about any existing health issues.

By following these guidelines and providing proper care, you can ensure a happy and healthy life for your Sheepadoodle.

#dog breed

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cricketrocker · 4 months

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Tales of a 44th Grade Nothing from Utopia

Presuming that a 12th grader is 18, and also factoring that I’ve never spent a year of my life outside of some sort of education industry, institution, or school, and finally considering that I’m still—due to madness alone—still *IN* school—yes, here ends 2023 with some tales of a 44th-grade nothing. Or not nothing, SOMETHING, surely, but you probably get the point, Shirley. I don’t think anyone is named Shirley anymore, though. If you catch my drift.

Let’s begin this drift with a description of UTOPIA. This is not related to the “email signature” I have set on my iPhone. Whenever I send an email on my iPhone, the automatic signature says, “Sent from Utopia.” I have used this signature since 2008, when I first thought it would be cute, or funny, or ironic, or SOMETHING, surely, Shirley. Since then, and after probably hundreds or thousands of iPhone emails, not one person has ever mentioned that it was clever, funny, or ironic. Likely eyerolls, perhaps. Silent judgement is probably the best kind of judgement. But leave me to my wry self-perception of cleverness—it’s HILARIOUS to think that I’d send you or anyone an email message from UTOPIA, right? As if.

If from anywhere, I’m probably sending emails out from either SMU’s Perkins Administration Building 320C, or I’m sending them from my recliner close to J.J. Pearce High School. Emails from those two places (because they are written from my laptop) typically feature the full professional email signature, the one which will soon, hopefully depict my predilection for being called “Dr.” for at least a few weeks. What’s left to achieve at that point? After writing the longest freaking paper of my life? Probably getting back into shape, or scheduling a colonoscopy, I guess. Yep. Since I’ve already joined AARP. Just whiling away the days sending messages from UTOPIA. Me and my ideal planet—where there is a perfect socio-politico-legal system—and where everything works harmoniously and all the inhabitants are warmly sarcastic, well-meaning, and respect introverts and individualized learning over group projects. Sure. Everyone loves their utopian self. For the sake of this tirade, we’ll refer to this as the Babe: The Movie self, okay?

Hopefully you’ll remember what UTOPIA looks like:

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This movie was minted in 1995, the same year I was minted into the world after 4 undergraduate years at Baylor University. That video takes you through an idyllic morning at the farm. I may or may night have shed a tear or two as Babe rose to power as the Hogget farm’s lead sheepdog, but remember the lesson that vicious stereotypes such as the belief that pigs and sheep are stupid, are not true. What a great film for all ages, what important lessons about friendship, perseverance, agrarian self-sufficiency, and the benefits of being a nice person! Hope for the future! That’ll do pig! A postcard from the edge of UTOPIA!

By 1998, however, I’d spent a couple of years trying to find a high-paying job with my double-major BA in English and history and while I was then still committed to the world-changing value of re-reading and re-analyzing The Wasteland every year, I found myself in year two of my three-year high school teacher career. In year two I taught 6 classes of English I to 9th graders. My classes were maxed out at 30 students each, so there I was teaching 180 13 and 14 year olds about how life was an epic journey, thanks Homer & Odyssey. Then teaching them that even if you’re blind and deaf you can still learn and grow up to be a great socialist leader—thanks Helen & Miracle Worker. And then, by the time of the year that I’d lost all hope, teaching them Romeo & Juliet despite Shakespeare’s words, through Shakespeare’s words and incredible iambic—and holy moly—THEY reminded me that the themes of love and loss and tragedy and destiny totally transcend—well, everything. I guess there was always, at least in my three years there, that moment where the teacher becomes the student and the students become the teachers, thus closing the electric loop. That’ll do, piglets, says the farmer. Or that’ll do farmer, says the piglets. I hope they all turned out okay and didn’t get eaten for breakfast. Who can say? Because I was good at helping people—especially teachers—with technology, I was hired up to do that instead by the local university and 24 years later, I’m sending messages from UTOPIA. Get it?

Yesterday I asked my 18-year-old boy, son, young-man, good-guy, superhero, what books he remembers reading throughout high school. I remember seeing no books—ever—throughout his high school journey so far. Did he read The Odyssey? Never heard of it. Miracle Worker? What did Helen Keller’s parents do to punish her? Nope. Romeo & Juliet? But here a flicker! What light through teenage memory breaks? It is the East, and I guess they somehow read it on their Chromebook. Did they watch the Zeffirelli version in class? (yeah—including the moment) Did they then watch the Claire /Leonardo version and determine collectively that it—despite being all modern wonky—was not that great? Nope. He remembered that they died. But only because I asked, “Do you remember that they died?” He nodded. I blame the system. Or Chromebooks. Or the Internet.

One of those 1998 single-guy apartment nights, however, I saw a movie preview for the SEQUEL to Babe: The Movie. Behold, coming soon: Babe: Pig in the City:

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Naturally I went to see it on opening night. I’m not sure if you’ve seen it. If you’ve seen it, you can forego the clips below. If you haven’t seen it, I do not recommend it unless you’re really into the opposite of UTOPIA which is the slap in the face of DYSTOPIA. Here are some samples:

The “IF ONLY…” sequence:

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The “POOR MRS. HOGGETT” compilation:

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Babe Saves a Mean Dog but for what:

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Finally, the “Are you lonesome tonight?” blurb:

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You can go ahead and watch the movie if you’re into that kind of thing, but chances are you haven’t watched even those YouTube links above. Suffice to say, as the credits rolled in 1998, I’m pretty sure there was a tear or two, but whereas the first tears in 1995 had been spawned by an innate internalization of UTOPIA—the joke was on me, a movie-goer, that some film studio had produced not the UTOPIAN SEQUAL I’d expected—but rather the entire cancelation whatever I’d remembered and I’d hoped for—with the blunt force trauma of DYSTOPIA for the pig. The same whimsy that spawned Babe’s utopia simply gave birth to dystopia, the other side of the same coin. Stop rolling your eyes.

What I’m saying is that there’s a danger to whimsy. While I’m drawn to that which is quaint, playful, and unexpected—to that which provides delight and stirs creativity; I’ve been blind to whimsy’s dangers and downsides, particularly when not balanced or grounded in responsibility or reality. Some things make sense on the farm. Some things fall apart in the city. Loss of seriousness is all well and good except when it is not. Impracticality is wonderful but is also costly. Escapism—good lord—is my favorite, in practice or imagined—though again, at what cost or consequence? Isolation—perhaps introversion and whimsy go hand in hand—if a whimsical nature is not shared or understood by others—how isolated do we become even amid others? Unpredictability and spontaneity—wonderful! But unreliable, inconsistent, good lord. I did not begin here to reflect upon the danger of whimsy—and while I critique the dangers of that drug—it’s not like I’m going to give it up; I am who I am. A 44th grader.

Spoiler alert here—Babe saves the farm in Pig in the City. The farmer, though probably due to brain damage, declares “That’ll Do, Pig” all over again, and UTOPIA is restored, sadder and wiser, or maybe that’s the point, UTOPIA is restored for everyone except Babe—who’s had to function in the City—and somehow try to come home again. Maybe it’s more about wondering if anyone reads Thomas Wolfe anymore. “You Can’t Go Home Again”? Probably not. I guess we’re changed by our experiences and gain new perspectives. We can’t go back to the farm, it’s impossible to return to the simplicity or the innocence of the past before we read Miracle Worker or Romeo & Juliet. Or Babe: Utopia or the sequel Babe: Dystopia. Thomas Wolfe reminded us that we cannot go home again, that the feeling of displacement and nostalgia we feel when we try is normal, but that we’re just continuing our educations one grade at a time, grappling with the farm, the city, the idea of home, and the relentless progression of time. WTF. Rearrange the furniture.

#Youtube

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linnyphoenix · 1 year

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do you think both cu from song of the sea and max from the little mermaid are similar because both of them are old english sheepdogs and have ben and eric as their best friends and owners?

sorry I didn’t answer this sooner Omg I don’t know how Tumblr works BUT YEAH NOW THAT U MENTION IT OMG!!! Obviously they have their differences but like. they’re similar in that aspect and just the visuals too! what a cool concept

#song of the sea #little mermaid #the litttle mermaid #cartoon saloon #Disney #ask #asks #keep the asks coming #I forgot this was a thing #sorry for lateness aha

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cerealbishh · 9 months

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all the ariel and max interactions throughout the film

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folktaele · 1 year

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@roseguided ,

[ 𝙾𝙲𝙴𝙰𝙽 𝚆𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚂 ] beneath them, and only ⁽ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ˢᵉᵃ ⁾ ahead. this was his place of solace. back on land people expected things of him. they wanted him to marry and to take his father's crown. they wanted him to be what his father was, a grand ruler, but eric's heart belonged to the sea. it always has. the sea was full of wonders and of dangers. storms and sirens - if one believed such tales. deep down he always had, even if he's never come across a mermaid before. the ship deck is alive with noise, sailors dancing and drinking. the prince stands off to the side and watches for a moment with a smile on his face. these were the people he wanted to spend his time with, not with stuffy nobles who never knew what a hard days work was. grimsby, the only father figure he has now, waddles over to the side of the ship near eric looking sick. ❝ you should let it out, grim. you'll feel better. ❞ the man shook his head and said something about 'if he starts, he'll never stop', and it causes the prince to laugh. an old english sheepdog comes running across the deck, jumping up towards him. fingers run through its fur and he lovingly calls him 'max'. ❝ this is where i want to be, grim. i don't belong stuck in some castle. i belong here. ❞ eric leans against the side of the boat, looking down below at the waves. he does not see what moves below them for it is too dark. the man attempts to argue with him about finding a good match and finding someone to belong to, but a sigh is his only response.

clouds above start become more gray as they sail ahead, lightening sounding, and the waves picking up. the celebration on deck stops and sailors start to move about tying down ropes and closing the sails. eric moves a long with them, following orders from the captain. the storm grows worse as quickly as it started. water starts to flow onto the deck and it becomes harder to stand, but eric moves towards the helm to help the captain as he falls. the prince quickly jumps into action and grabs a hold, muscles tensing as he tries to steer. a bolt of lightening flashes and hits one of the sails. sparks of fire start small, but then it spreads. ❝ we need to abandon ship! ❞ everyone begins to pile into a lifeboat, which is then lowered, but before they begin to row, eric looks around and notices that they are missing a dog. there's a howl on the ship that he immediately responds to. ❝ max, i'm coming! ❞ eric leaps into the water and climbs back aboard, avoiding flames, he grabs a hold of max. on the way back he becomes stuck in a broken floorboard, so he has to throw max over the side. he yanks and pulls at his foot. the flames growing closer until he's able to jump free into the water.

#roseguided #♕ * writings : eric .#i was writing this and almost forgot about max #the most important character #i hope this is ok!

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sk1nny4d1sney · 6 years

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Friendly reminder:

Prince Eric went back on a burning ship to retrieve his frightened dog, which is HOW HE WOUND UP IN THE OCEAN.

Before he ever knew Ariel existed, he displayed an endless capacity for love by placing himself in potentially mortal danger to ensure the safety of his dog.

#the little mermaid #prince eric #max the dog #old english sheepdog #disney movies #disney #disney princes

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unfortunate-arrow · 2 years

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Breakaway

Note: Day 6 (Late) of @lifeofkaze’s Valentine’s Day Challenge.

Summary: “So, the team hired her to boost your social media presence, Pembroke.” Or, public relations agent Ivy Anders is hired to get reclusive hockey star Max Pembroke on social media. Plus, there’s an accidental dog swap.

OCs Included/Referenced: Ivy Anders [@kc-and-co], Jim & Ethel Hexley [@the-al-chemist]

Max Pembroke swung his bag onto his shoulder. His head pounded and he just wanted to sleep on his couch with his dog. But that wasn’t possible. He had his sisters to look after and the dog in his home wasn’t his dog. Max had no idea who owned the sweet, aging Old English Sheepdog that he’d found inhabiting his apartment the previous day, after returning from a series of away games.

“Pembroke! My office!”

Max sighed, but followed his coach into his office.

“Look, Pembroke, I know you don’t like social media.”

That was an understatement. Max didn’t understand why people he’d never met, and likely wouldn’t meet, needed to know his personal stuff. They didn’t need to know that his mom had died suddenly and he now had two younger sisters to keep an eye on.

“However, given that you’re considered an all-star and one of the most valuable players on the ice, we really need you to have some presence. You’re the biggest donor to the best charities in the area for Deaf children and children with cochlear implants.”

“If I’m being completely honest, sir, I don’t understand why I need a social media presence. People don’t need to know what’s going on in my life. I just want to play,” Max replied.

“People want to know about you, though, Pembroke. Your love for the game is already crystal clear. So, to remedy this and create an appropriate social media for you, the team has hired a…”

The coach’s voice trailed off as a soft bark that was close to a puppy’s yap. A moment later, the door to the office flew open and a woman appeared, holding a leash which was attached to a wriggling Labrador puppy. The puppy tugged, and Max knew the dog the moment it began to struggle towards him.

“Stanley!” Max exclaimed, his bag falling from his shoulder and his stick clattering to the ground, as he bent down to catch the puppy.

“He’s your dog?” the woman asked.

“Yeah. I adopted him a couple weeks ago.”

“Oh, you lost him?”

“No. I got back last night to find a different dog lying on my couch.”

“What dog do you have then?”

“An aging sheepdog. How you can confuse a Lab puppy for an aging sheepdog is beyond my comprehension.”

“Well, it’s good to know you two will be getting along. Pembroke, Ivy Anders. Ms. Anders, our star left winger, Max Pembroke,” the coach said, interrupting the conversation.

“Oh, I’m sorry that I was so late. Apparently, I had Mr. Pembroke’s dog. He’s a handful,” Ivy said, and Max finally took a moment to look at the woman. She was beautiful. She had dirty blonde hair, and was short, barely reaching his shoulder.

“Stanley’s only about ten weeks old,” Max interjected, as he stood, the puppy cradled protectively in his arms as he tried to lick Max’s face.

“Alright. Now, let’s get down to business. Ms. Anders is one of the best public relations agents in the city. So, the team hired her to boost your social media presence, Pembroke. It may be an uphill battle, Ms. Anders. Pembroke is convinced he doesn’t need social media. Now, go get acquainted,” the coach said, shooing Max and Ivy out of the room.

Max sighed, but scooped his bag and hockey stick off the floor after setting Stanley back onto the floor and securing the leash. He followed Ivy, awkwardly meandering behind her. Stanley kept Max’s pace slower. Eventually, they came to a rather sudden stop.

“Did you say that you had a sheepdog at your place, earlier?” Ivy asked, turning to look at him.

“Yeah. An Old English sheepdog. He seems like a sweet old boy, but he’s no Stanley,” Max replied, bending down to scratch behind his pup’s ear.

“Really? I have an Old English Sheepdog. Actually, I found Stanley when I was expecting Tom.”

“Wait! I’ve got something with the sheepdog.” Max let go of his stick, causing it to clatter to the floor. He reached into one of the pockets into his bag, triumphantly pulling out his cell phone.

He opened the phone and made his way to his messages, finding the one from his youngest sister, Aoife. He scrolled back a series of texts, finding the thing (gif?) that Aoife had sent him.

“Here!” he exclaimed, holding the phone out for Ivy to see.

“Tom Snout!” Ivy exclaimed. Max raised his eyebrows but didn’t say anything.

“Who’s the girl?” she asked, offering him a small smile.

“My little sister, Aoife,” Max answered, sliding his phone back into his pocket and bending down to scoop up his hockey stick.

“Oh, how many siblings do you have?”

“Two. Caitlin and Aoife, they’re my younger sisters. You?”

“I don’t have any, but I am really close with my two cousins. They’re the siblings I never had.”

Max fiddled with his hockey stick, standing it upwards to lean against its blade. Stanley barked, and then went to chew on the frayed tape on the handle. He sighed, and looked Ivy over once more.

“What exactly do you want to do to give me a social media ‘presence?’” he asked.

“We take some of your interests and just let people know that you’re more than a recluse. We show them who Max Pembroke is,” she replied.

“Look, I don’t see why people want to know my business. I don’t need to share my personal stuff.”

“Then we don’t put out anything that feels too personal. We can put pictures of you and Stanley or you with the kids at your charities or you doing hockey stuff.”

Max sighed. “Since I apparently have no damned choice in the matter, that sounds fairly reasonable.”

After a long moment of silence, Max broke it. “Since I apparently have your dog, would you like to accompany me to my apartment to retrieve him? It doesn’t make sense to meet up somewhere else, since you’ve already given me Stanley back.”

“That would be wonderful. We might also stage some warm, homey photos for your account.”

Max shook his head, but he was still smiling.