Can anyone suggest the Owner of a Dog named Max ?
It’s part of a quiz and the last answer we can’t find. I think it might be an American cultural thing and we can’t track it down.
The quiz has a winter / Christmas theme so the answer should fall into those categories.
Any ideas?
I assume I’m not the first, but I would assume, given the time of year, that the answer would be:
…The Grinch of the Dr. Suess book How the Grinch Stole Christmas
Am I right?
Edit: Whoa. I AM first! w00t!
Dammit.
I used to have a dog named Max. Does that count?
That’s what I said when my wife asked me to quiz you lot. She was so unimpressed I decided not to mention your post.
My thanks to garygnu for the answer (I’ll let you know if we win) and thanks to carnivorousplant for the effort.
So, um, can you post the rest of the questions so we can see if we’re smart, too?
I just asked the wife and it’s for members of the site only. I don’t want to advertise but it’s an online game involving ponies and islands.
Just seeing the title - “A dog named Max” the first thing I thought of was the Green One.
Eve online, amirite? oh wait, that’s Hello Kitty Online…
I think the answer is my MIL and many, many other people. It is the most popular dog’s name in the U.S.
In the case of my MIL, her Max was a chocolate standard poodle (one of the full sized ones). Max was the most flamboyant and effeminate animal of any species I have ever seen. He trotted and ballet danced rather than walked. If anyone called to him especially from another room, you could literally hear him getting himself together, prance into the room, gently set down in front of you, stare you deep in the eyes in a mournfull but loving way, and then present a limp wrist for you to kiss. He was hit by a car when he was a puppy and his jaw got permanently misaligned so his pursed lips as he looked into your eyes looked even more provocative and awkward.
He died a virgin despite not being neutered the first eight years of his life. Neutering was for health reason rather than any realistic threat of hooking up with a female. Max would sometimes take bed rest from the stress of his existence by climbing into my MIL’s place on their elegant bed and laying there depressed for days at a time (when he wasn’t kicked out). He was present at many large parties including my wedding and people would whisper: “What is wrong with that dog? OMG, What is wrong with that dog?” as they watched him go about his usual routine.
I doubt the question was about him but I think the flaming poodle from hell I knew is worthy of mention as well.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Mrs. Plant says the same thing, and I don’t get anything for that, either.
My dog is named Maxx.
“Hey, Janelle, what’s wrong with Wolfie? I can hear him barking.”