I met Max on the night out with Scott and Rupert he was working at the club performing magic tricks. I didn't remember him at first but he refreshed my memory about how he had made me take off my singlet and then magically put a lit cigarette through it with out so much as a hole or burn mark. I recalled how amazed I was at how SICK-AS-FUCK (in a good way) his card tricks were and how even though there was a language barrier every female in the room had stopped what they were doing and now had their eyes completely fixed on Max. Scott the USA hombre could have taken a leaf out of Max's book and maybe the German would have been up for it.
We sat down at Max's restaurant and ordered a couple of beers and watched a few tricks, when this black, completely tinted, pimped out, lowered Toyota people mover with shiny chrome spinning rims rolls up. The side door slides back and a bug eyed pug chihuahua type thing in a baby seat falls out of it and onto the road. Max stopped what he was doing immediately and whisked this grotesque looking animal to the back of the eatery, clearly worried his patrons may lose their appetite. Caro, being an animal lover of the highest order, lost her shit and had to have another look at this thing. Max, always the showman, decided to show my wife what this bung-eyed beast could do. For a string bean (yes a bloody vegetable) this dog would walk the length of the restaurant on its hind legs with its front paws in front of it like a zombie! Very impressive!
Mate Rating:
Max - your slight of hand and entrepreneurial flair really struck a chord with me. Your dog training skills are some of the finest I've seen, however your dog made me feel gross and for this reason I can only award you 7/10
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