This is my Puppy! His name is Milo and we just celebrated 6 years of life with him this past weekend. Yes, yet another glorious birthday to celebrate. No, we can never tire of eating cake!
Milo, however, is no ordinary dog. In fact, here's a list of why he really is just a little colorblind boy covered in fur, an integral part of our home, and the love of our lives. It is also a list of why my family may need therapy :)
1. The dog gets a cheesecake for his birthday. A really good one too. Not only that, but there was a candle and a moment of chaos where we attempted to seat him at the table to take a picture and have him make a wish.
2. He cannot be left alone in the house...not because he is a trouble maker but because he is spooooiled rotten. We as a family time our schedules of departure and arrival so that he never, ever has to be by himself in the big, scary house. Or we take him with us.
3. We have now narrowed down our options for dining out to dog-friendly locations only (see #2).
4. At said restaurants, the puppy gets a meal of his own. For instance, at our favorite Cuban place, he gets carne asada tacos (meat only of course); at a breakfast joint, he'll receive a toasted bagel with cream cheese (one of his favorites); and at a steak house, Milo will get the finest cut of meat. All of these things are usually fed to him on a fork.
5. He gets ALL of our left overs. If the dog can eat it, he can have it. I tried to protest this once because I wanted to save my meal for lunch the next day. I was obviously denied.
6. We buy like 50 lbs. of chicken a month for his daily meals. There are times I come home and I smell deliciousness wafting through the kitchen and I make my way over only to discover that in fact, it is all going to the dog.
7. When the dog is eating, no one is allowed to leave or make any sudden movements. It such a pivotal moment in the day that any little thing can ruin it. So shhhhhh!
8. After every walk, upon entering the house, Milo must have his paws, body, nose, ears, and....other body parts wiped down thoroughly with a few baby wipes. Every. Single. Time.
9. When in the car, he gets first choice to where he sits. Whether it is in the front, the back, on some one's lap, or on my chest as he tries to lean out the window, it's his. In fact, we have nicknamed the Volvo as "Milo's car".
10. At the ripe age of 42, Milo is having his mid-life crisis. So my uncle built him a new bed. It has a roof and posts, but no walls. We don't want to stifle his growth. It is beautifully painted and has the softest of cushions on the bottom. Only the best for the best, eh?
Anyone who knows my family knows that we have a 6 members: My aunt and uncle, my mom and grandma, me and Milo. Yep. That's how it is and that's how it always will be.
Happy Birthday, Puppy!
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