Max tracks

They say that min pins are born ratters, and when Maximus (my four year old dog) was a wee thing, he would take stuffed animals in his jaws and shake his head furiously back and forth as if snapping the neck of the unfortunate  ducky/scoobydoo/froggy. It is not uncommon for him, master tracker that he believes himself to be, to follow madly after some mysterious scent, around the yard or down the street, when I take him out for his first pee of the day. And he never holds back a single...