Fluffy White Trail of Destruction

What happens when a puppy finds out the whreabouts of your emergency toilet paper rolls?

A fluffy white trail of destruction.

The trail coming from the bathroom all the way to the den of a certain puppy.

The poor victim, found crippled in the den of the culprit.

The culprit showing absolutely no remorse at all and having another go at the mangled roll.

Meet Max - Part 2

The ride takes about 1.40 hour each way, but it has been worth it both times. On saturday, I was in puppy heaven with seven absolutely adorable toller puppies, one of which will soon be wrecking havoc in our house in a few weeks.

The puppies loved my sandales.

Ah yes, which one is Max? We finally found out so now we can scroll through all their pictures and sigh happily each time his little snout pops up.

So, Max was born on my birthday and... wears my favourite colour as his collar (look at the banner if you need a clue).

Don't you just want to cuddle him?

He's the calmer of the two little guys, which is why the nice lady chose him for us - Niclas' brother and his girlfriend have bought a toller as well and she thought it would be easier for us if we got the milder puppy. Mind you, he still has energy, but he seems to be nicer with his siblings. Mister grey has quite the itchy teeth! Given that Ludde (their dog) is very much enclined to bite, I think we're both happy that Max will (hopefully) not be as bad *knocks on wood*.

A few more pictures of sir Le Woof. The next ones should come around midsummer (St-Jean Baptiste pour mes chers Québécois).

Max at around 5.5 weeks old (June 22nd, 2011)

First look at Maximilien Le Woof

Well, this is it. We are getting a puppy!
Please, meet Maximilien Le Woof, a little Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever who was actually born on my birthday (talk about fate!).

Isn't he just adorable?

What do you mean which one? That one there, the one fighting with his little brother!
Still not obvious enough? Well... that's the best I can do at the moment as we haven't been told which one of these little trouble-making males we are getting. We were lucky enough to get one to begin with, so we aren't picky. See, both males have white fur on back of their necks, which automatically disqualifies them from exhibitions, so some people decided to wait instead. Ha! Their loss, because these little guys are going to be pure awesomeness on top on being gorgeous.

That picture, a still from a video hence the poor quality, was taken back on May 22nd when they were about 3.5 weeks old. We are about to head out again to see them and hopefully find out if it's the one to the left or to the right that will earn the noble name of Max. I mean, Maximilien Le Woof, of course.