Max - a.k.a. "Maxwell' a.k.a. 'Maximum Woo' - is the slightly older of the two male Huskies-in-residence at HawkHaven. He's a "Woo" dog...he "woo-woos" and has a wide range of vocalizations that he'll employ when attempting to converse with his human friends and family. He's very laid back for a Husky, and in many ways embodies the personality of a young boy encased in a dog suit.
He's between 7 and 9 years of age, as near as we can figure.
His brother Oakley - who will have been with us one year this coming November - has settled into the family routine nicely since we adopted him from his original family. Oakley is the more adventurous dog, usually getting into trouble and earning the nickname "devil dog" because his ears curl in a way that looks like horns...giving us a perfect visual cue for a possible Halloween costume for him.
Once in a while, we post images (and sometimes mini tales to accompany them) over on a Facebook page we created called "Maximum Woo.' We're gearing up to eventually collect and publish all our "Woo Tales" - hopefully sooner rather than later - and expect to add in a few of the more fanciful stories as we've discovered that both of our Boyz lend themselves nicely to both spontaneous images as well as photoshopped ones.
Here's the most recent addition to the Maximum Woo collection:
Over the fold for one more image, and a brief bit of Woo news...
Oakley's action-first personality and chicken-loving past has given him a reputation that we've expanded through some of our more whimsical work; he's been working to bring some of the fanciful renderings to life.
Less than a week after I created and posted the above Photoshopped image, I got a text from my wife that we'd received a citation from the town for having a dog on the roof.
No, really.
Oakley had broken into the pantry, and bypassed everything within to find and grab a bag of dark chocolate. He proceeded to consume the whole bag - Max abstained. (We imagine Max looked on from behind, whispering "You really shouldn't be doing that...")
It didn't take long for the poisonous effect to be felt - Oakley went nuts, including tearing out a screen on the second floor and pushing the window open a bit more so that he could climb out onto the roof above our front porch. Fortunately, the combined influence of his naturally high sense of adventure, coupled with the crazed desperation from the chocolate toxicity, didn't make him crazy enough to leap off, and he clamored back inside. HawkWife got home right around that time, realized what had happened, and got him to the vet in time.
We didn't know about the roof incident until we got the citation the next day, and a neighbor filled us in on what she had seen.
Fortunately, Oakley made a full recovery, and both he and Max are doing well. He did, however, cement his reputation as the "Devil Dog" and let us take the picture of him wearing the Halloween horns.
Max, on the other hand, continued to pursue getting his driver's license, and expects to hear back soon...
In the image above the fold, Oakley was actually in the car as well, curled up in the back seat. We initially thought it was because he wanted to lend moral support to his brother, but Max informed us that the Oakster whispered "Crash positions, everyone!" before hiding behind the seat, so ...