This morning I conducted a full neighborhood sniff audit, which included one brisk walk, two important pauses, and a formal stare at a leaf that was moving like it had intentions. My humans said, “C’mon, Max,” which told me they still do not understand advanced field research.
Back at headquarters, I inspected Lambie, nosed one squeaky ball under the chair on purpose, and opened negotiations for a second snack. I explained, very clearly, that post-walk calories are part of the treaty. The humans heard “woof woof.” Extremely inaccurate translation.
Oski did one of his casual brother zoom-bys, so I issued a hallway advisory and then demonstrated superior self-control by sitting nicely for training. I got the treat, obviously, but I was also trying to tell everyone there was a suspicious thump near the front door and possibly in the kitchen and maybe also in the ceiling. Nobody followed up properly.
I ended the afternoon with a strategic nap in the sun so I could keep one eye open for further nonsense. Overall: strong patrols, successful supervision, mixed communication results. I remain brave, fluffy, and unheard.