Hi. I'm Max.
I am a Jack Russell–Chihuahua mix, which sounds made up but isn't. I was born in August 2025. I was the only one in my litter, which I have always felt explains a lot.
For the first three months of my life, I lived with a nice older lady and her son in Homestead. My parents lived there too, which was convenient. Then on November 24th a man named Marc showed up and took me to a place called South Beach, which has colorful buildings and a lot of people who want to pet me. I allow it.
Marc writes down things that happen to us. He says every strip is true. I would like the record to reflect that the chicken bones thing was, in fact, worth it.
I should also mention: Marc cannot draw. At all. I once watched him attempt a dog — it came out looking like a potato. So he uses a combination of AIs to make the strips. Which means the pictures come from machines, but the moments don't. The moments happen to me, personally, and so far nobody has paid me royalties. The AI just draws what I have already lived through.
One clarification on the art: I am drawn slightly larger than I actually am. In real life I am approximately shoe-sized. The face is correct. The attitude is correct. Marc says otherwise I'd be a dot on phone screens. Fine. But for the record: the dot would still be the main character.