Maxximum Dogg

I wonder if Maxx knows something that I don't know about the sidewalk subway grates. He will not walk on them, even if it means that he has to jump into the street or bowl over oncoming pedestrians. At first I thought that there was a thought process going on inside that dense furry head, but lately I've come to think that the grates might not feel good on his feet.

I am inclined to believe that he does understand and think consequentially about some things because he's the only dog I've ever walked who realizes that if he walks to one side of a sign post and I walk to the other, he's going to get brought up short when the leash hits the sign post. He usually looks back at me to see which side of the sign post I'm likely to choose, and then he does the same.

In any event, his run-in with the hot dog cart has not stemmed his idiocy regarding moving vehicles. I'm constantly having to prevent him from crossing the road when the light is against us. But if any tumbling tumbleweeds of trash come rattling by us in roughly the same tones as a pickup truck towing a hot dog cart, he jumps six feet in alarm.