This was taken several weeks ago. Max was chipping up a wood slice on the counter.
Later, I couldn't find the spoon she usually uses. As it turns out, she must have flown to Stella's old stand to eat and then dropped the spoon. I found it the next day. In the meantime, I offered her breakfast on my normal spoon. I didn't think she was strong enough to hold it, but I underestimated her desire for peanut butter and autonomy (I was prepared to hold the spoon for her, but she insisted on taking care of it herself.)
I should weigh the spoon and compare it to her weight. I think this would be an amazing feat of strength if I were lifting an equivalent percentage of my body weight. She will be a star next Festivus!
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I am truly happy things are good
I was getting or rather , ( GOT ) worried when you had one night left together and then no one heard from you again . I even sent pictures of a local eagle that let me get close enough for me to get a picture . but your service rejected it .
Glad you are back and well
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