Another Day in the Life of Max

 My mornings begin with Max crying at my bedroom door. I watch from the door as
I let him out, he sniffed the ground making his way to the only tree in the front yard; he smelled it for a while then tinkled (I don't really understand why he smells it every morning).
I sit on the couch and turn on one of my favorite romantic comedy. The moment Max heard the movie start he jumped up and cuddled up next to me. He only does this when I watch romance movies, weird right?
 Earlier that week my mom had been bugging to take Max out to a park. I grabbed his leash off the counter and stared as Max ran to the door and back with excitement gushing from his eyes. We walked down the street and saw another dog in a nearby house. I assume it was a female because Max kept pulling me towards her, when normally he barks at any dog in sight.
 The next morning someone left the gate open and Max got out. Normally isn't a big deal cause he comes back once I call his name, but this time he didn't. I could see Max running down the route I had taken him through the day before, to see that bitch I'm guessing (horny dogs shake my head). I yelled his name firmly and he knew he was in trouble; he stopped in his tracks, and as I got closer he ran into the street away from me and bucked it into the house.
 Monday afternoon I spent the whole day in my bedroom, forgetting to let Max out to do his business. I walked out to the living room and watched Max walk into the middle of the room, squat, drop, and walk away as if nothing had happened.