Note: This is a tribute post to Max, 2007-2016. I wrote this back in April when the bluebird was a daily aggravation for Max. Max left all his worldly pains and aggravations on Wednesday, when he was hit by a car. Sadly, I learned last night that he almost made it across the road. If the car had slowed down or Max had of gone faster my heart would not be broken.
Mighty Max has been in rare form as of late. He has a frienemy, which is a bluebird.
The bluebird wakes Max up in the morning by pecking on the window of the bedroom where Max sleeps. The bird torments Max. Max sits in the window and follows every move the bird makes. He barks at him, tries to get at him, and stays agitated knowing the bird is there. If the bird leaves, Max runs downstairs to look for him out the back windows.
As much as we have played “Why Can’t We Be Friends,” by War from the 70s, Max won’t let it go. What did the bird ever do to him? Is it just that the bird wakes him up?
Other birds don’t seem to bother Max, just this bluebird. Although I can’t help Max with his bluebird problem, I think I will make some blueberry muffins. Maybe if I give Max a bite he will get over it all. Dogs!