
Another of Maxwell's favourite hangouts. The woods behind Alta house. He loved to search for any little critter, squirrel, possum, etc his senses were as good as they get. One particular time, only a few months ago, we were taking our usual nightly walk and suddenly Maxwell jumped up and into the woods (there was about a foot and a half high stone at a certain point). I thought he just smelled something interesting and tried to get him down, it was way to dark to be in the woods. all of a sudden, he comes down and there is a possum in his mouth! I hadn't seen it, and believe me I was looking. Maxwell must have smelled where he was burrowing. I screamed and was frantic thinking what this animal could do to him. He's just shaking it, not anything else, just shaking it in his mouth. After a minute or so of begging him to let it go and shaking his leash to jostle him enough to free it, he let it go. I took him right home to make sure he was ok, he just laid on his bed and looked at me like "what?" I walked back to see if the little creature was ok, and it was gone. I looked up possums online and apparently they fake death as a defense mechanism. I was thankful that it was ok. I get home and Maxwell is calm, chewing on his bone. He was such a calm sweetheart, but he also had that hunter in him, deep within. he was just amazing.
Squirrels, birds on the tree by our balcony, he loved to watch and chase. At the same time, he couldn't get enough of snuggling next to me for hours. (And hours)