| Happy Birthday Michael |
[15 Dec 2007|09:48pm] |
Heath's so happy he's out of the straitjacket. It means he can make Michael's birthday cake without having to use his feet. That does not mean that he won't make a mess however, as it is well known that puppies make messes in everything they do.
The chocolate and coffee cake looks reasonably edible, and so does the kitchen. It resembles the inside of a snow globe with pawprints all over the floor as Max skids through the light dusting of flour and occasional glob of cake mix.
"Michael is gonna love this!" Heath tells Max gleefully as he licks out the bowl, getting as much as he can out then letting Max clean up the rest. Michael should be home soon. He'd popped out to post some parcels and as soon as he had gone, Heath had started baking. Now all he has to do is wait, and perhaps get the washing up started before his Master gets home.
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| In which Heath discovers that teeth and feet can't do everything. |
[21 Nov 2007|01:03am] |
[Follows this]
[Warning for references to shit, but not in a sexual way. Poor Heath *g*]
( Um, I need to wipe my ass. )
[Feedback welcome; all comments given to the puppy to eat]
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| Heath and Max in the garden |
[09 Nov 2007|05:55pm] |
The leaf pile is almost finished. Heath's spent the afternoon clearing the garden of the multicoloured quilt and now he kicks the last remaining leaves between his legs to the base of the large mound sitting by the patio.
Meanwhile, at the end of the garden, Max lays crouched down hidden in the bushes. He's been watcing Heath make his pile for the past half hour, nose twitching. He has no idea why Fluffy is moving all the leaves into one place, but it looks like a lot of fun.
There. Heath gets to his feet and steps back to admire a job well done. Michael will be so pleased with him for clearing up. It's at that moment that a small furry blur dashes past him and leaps gleefully into the neat pile sending leaves scattering.
"Oh Max."
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| Heath needs his makeup smudged, and Michael knows just the thing |
[01 Sep 2007|12:22am] |
[Took place earlier this year during the filming of The Dark Knight]
( CUT! )
[Feedback welcome; all comments screened]
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[08 Apr 2007|03:04am] |
Scrape scrape, sniff sniff.
Dig dig, scratch sniff.
It's a beautiful day. The sun is shining, the sky is blue and Michael is making the most of the warm weather. He reclines in a lounge chair on the patio reading a newspaper while keeping an eye on his puppy as he buries newly 'borrowed' socks. Max watches on as Heath digs a hole then starts one of his own next to him. When his hole is sufficiently big enough and one of Michael's weeds has been uprooted, Heath takes a sock in his mouth and drops it into the hole.
Seeing the weed land just behind Heath's dirty paws, Michael rolls his eyes. Then he watches as Max peers into his empty hole then up at Heath, and Heath gives Max one of his socks so they both have something to bury.
Michael can't help but smile.
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[16 Jan 2007|12:17pm] |
Hands full of grocery bags, Heath nudges the door shut with his foot and wanders into the kitchen. Passing the living room he notices that Max seems to have a new toy in the form of what used to be something red. Perhaps Michael does have a soft spot for the little thing after all. It's only when he's putting all the food away and cleaning the bags away that he sees the little t-shirt in the trash and takes a closer look when curiosity gets the better of him.
Later that night, while Michael is watching the ice hockey, Heath goes and takes a shower. He gets a clean towel and dressing gown from the closet and clean socks from his drawer where a little white t-shirt lays, hidden under the layers.
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| Happy New Year to all |
[01 Jan 2007|12:07am] |
As the old year ends, and the new year begins, all members of the Shanks and Ledger household share a glass or two of bubbly and celebrate with happiness.
All except for one.
Tucked up tight under the couch, all but his black nose sticking out, Max lays quivering as the world outside explodes. Not even a Deluxe Chocolate Bone could tease him out.
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| Christmas Morning |
[30 Dec 2006|09:45pm] |
[Took place Christmas day]
RRRRRWWRRR!
RRR RRRRR!
In the red corner, tail sticking out, Max growls at his owner and gives a hard tug, inching backwards a little.
In the blue corner, on hands and knees, butt in the air, Heath snarls back and gives an answering tug, dragging Max across the floor.
The tug rope had been a very good present Michael thought. Well, good in that it kept both his dogs occupied. Heath had even picked out a card for the new family member while he had been introducing Michael's credit card to the internet.
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| Heath and Max, Training Day |
[11 Nov 2006|04:34am] |
"Beg, Max, beeeeg."
The little dog cocks his head the lays down.
"Beeeeeeeeg..." Heath tries again, this time more slowly, stretching the word out until it no longer sounds like a word at all. He holds the doggy treat closer to Max's nose and the dog shuffles across the floor to sniff at it and try to take it, only for the treat to be pulled away and yet another garbled sound to be said. "Beeeeeeg."
A long-suffering sigh comes from across the living room. "Heath, this is the third box of dog treats you've been through. Don't you think that's enough?"
Heath's forehead creases in a frown. "But Michael, he's smart! He'll learn!"
"How many more packets do we have to go through?"
Ignoring his Master, Heath holds the treat up high as he sits cross legged on the floor in the middle of the living room, Max's beady black eyes staring longingly at the biscuit in his hand.
Michael closes his eyes and flops on the couch with a groan. It's going to be a long night.
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