Hello, my name is Max but u can call me Marx.
That's how my Austrian Daddy says it should be pronounced. He's giving me up because he broke his arm while biking. No, I didn't bite him. Although once, while he tied me to his wrist while doing sit-ups, I did try to lunge at that tasty looking jogger who I swear looked like a piece of moving steak. Poor Daddy tore a ligament.
Other then that little mishap, I'm a fit little boy with nice tanned fur and plenty of muscles around my tight, sinewy frame.
I also like running and intimidating stupid humans, who suck their teeth and make funny noises at me, with my set of pearly white fangs.
Today, someone came to see me. I hope he becomes my new Daddy cos I like him. He says he will bring me jogging.
I am a thoroughbred German Boxer. Let me show you how I zoom like a Porsche.
Woof.
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